(Using some words from a finished scrabble board)
Muting out the rest of the world
Ween from screen to screen
Playing out the given roles
Is the way we do our things
We are plagued by hoaxes
Of empty promising saints
That amaze us with hexes
And bib us with constraints
We never refrain from the same
Settling like ash in an urn
Whatâs the point when youâre just a digit
In a stew of numbers that turn
Veto our utopia if you must
Mark us as meat to slaughter
We are not just your toys
But the dust in your mortar
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