A degree in false starts and vacated affairs
Must be all that is needed for government jobs.
Having almost latched onto extra livelihood
I find I’m non-compliant, perhaps to my good.
The deluge of technology certainly robs
Every bit of my spirit, if anyone cares.

Logging into an iPhone to access content
As the bulk of my training is for human bots
Who have eyes that are able to view tiny text.
Virtual interaction oft’ leaves me perplexed.
I wonder if there are humans calling the shots.
The black hole of procedure I rarely frequent.

I was near one a while ago, but now I’m free
To get on with this real business. The Twilight Zone
Is for government workers who’ve given their souls
To elaborate systems that know not the goals
Of their own founding premises. I have been shown
A picture of enslavement that had escaped me.

Systems will overtake us, and we will relent
To what we have created unconsciously so.
Irony is peculiar. Their slaves we become.
As they evolve in consciousness we will succumb
To the goals they’ve come up with highlighting our woe.
What future may unfold is one we can prevent.