......Chip
Chip......chip
............chip
Away at the world one lives in
A chip at a time
Chipping away the time one is in . . .
Chips in the plane
Chips in the brains
Bars on the wrist
Codes in a twist . . .
.............chip
......chip
Chip.
Those at the top do as they will
Take and make what they wish from positions of power
Like a panderer preaches
Like some devious leaches
Caught up in nets too dark to see or know
Stomp all over the little fish below
Too low to really care about
Just commodities
Some human oddities
Masses radar into blip
Incline radius doppler slip
Chip
.......chip
.............chip
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-08-10 at 22:43
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