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Why We Wonder
Sell your soul to costly, gleaming screens!
To smartphones, tablets, laptops, and their might.
We’re caught in their web, day and endless night,
while Big Brother watches, unseen, it seems.
The worldwide web ensnares us, unaware,
like flies entangled in a silken thread,
and yet we fail to see the spider’s dread,
intent on feasting, skin and bones laid bare.
It knows your name, your secrets, and your taste,
your dreams, your friends: the web devours all.
We hope for safety, but the spider’s thrall
grows stronger, grinning with malicious haste.
The virus fades, but what remains, it seems,
is our corrupted, insatiable money scheme.
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So fantabulous