White Noise (Poetry2)

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I guess there once was a man

He could cook in a can

And replicate stories with his hand

He never gave it much thought

You never suspect you were bought

And he would send your mind away

It would not have mattered if you had fought

At first you will land in hay

It makes your clothes fray

And then you will lay

With your mind in frantic aray

He got you with a simple play

And he enslaved your mind for his own display

What will you do to fight

What will you do to make him stay away

You are your own person

You’ve always been a human with justful proposition

Why must society treat you so

If you have never hurt them

Why would they hurt you?