the clicker

some things come to
“naturally” in child
hood that lost like

get smothered tracked
on with accumulated
years of office pop

cubicle sound proof
ing interspersed w/
whispered curses company

coffee cups then one day
finally have alone time w/
“your” smothered thoughts

colors tamped down a few
sense of rhythm off kil
ter search for a little

lights are left inside
finds you are slid into
the reciprocity of “likes”

easiest way to survive
be watcher, commenter
supporter, clicker of ads

fund me set to default this
lead cloud info something
prior to this in colors

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