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Jan 2019
The anger I feel in my mind it is scathing,
The people are blind to why we need saving,
We're treated like toys they treat us like play things,
Step out of line then you'll need a tasing.

Your body they own it the truth is disturbing,
Your thoughts are they free do you think it's unnerving,
Your programs and apps is it purpose they're serving,
It's distraction & misdirection these servers are preserving.

It's crap & it's chaos,
Distract from your pay loss,
So what is inflation,
Media only serve sensation.

Your devices are listening,
While people ignore,
Our devices keep listening,
What's left in store.

Sold off for a pittance,
Waved off like good riddance,
A commodity to be used,
This odyssey leaves us bruised.
Harry Roberts - Play Things
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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