I remain unmoving in the idea that
some bot keeps coming back
clockwork
at the the reset time of collection.

It's some-one-thing
maybe a couple
doubled and quadrupled over
as the day goes on.

I know you're reading this,
bot or human.
Got the requisite surveillance,
the day-to-dailies,
malicious or pure-reason feel.
In- or of its opposite: humane.

#readmewhilsticrumble
#fingeronthepulse
#gotitgoingon
#goodonyou
#badonme
 #dam(ned)fandom
​#flanders

There's only so much one man can say
Before he feels he's repeating himself-- a slave,
to his own words
and the ones once heard,
read,
done and before,
but what made him in to the kind of thinking man he is
today,
which he can't escape -- 
​it's database
#genderneutral  
#itsallperspective

There's always going to be some hall monitor,
watching,
​I wonder who they are.
All of a sudden I can't access certain functions,
yet my bills are all paid up.
​Hmmm, gets me thinking.
In the wake of so much shit these days,
censored and analyzed for iniquity,
it can't be helped,
wondering who has more prowess with a computer than I.
#fishy 

Who's your news?
Arrgh. (AggressiveRepressiveReprehensibleGaucheHumility)
Ahh. (AlmostHedonisticHeaven)
And. (AnotherNoddingDiety)
Oooh. (ObstinateOglingOfHierarchy) 
#gottagetitfromsomewhere
#propertymayberescindedandunbeknownstdeleted 
​#subjectto
​#chooseyournetwork

For a fight.
For an anything, really.
It comes as it does, right?
You know better than I, after all.
#fuckitandwatch
#sonnerorlateryourepulledintoit-theshit
#andifnotallthebetter!

I was called a spectacle once.
​An observance astute.
Since then I've been well aware some will see me as such.
And I'm not one to oblige satisfactions.
#givemeapoorlylitroomandtheknowledgeofnocamerasandiwontbethemanyouthinkiam

You don't read this, searching for my hypocrisy without even asking me about what I've written.
Fuck you, cunt.
Ask me about it now. #provoked #bedirectnotcryptic ,  #thatsmyjob
​#typethemherecommentsareopen
Acting like...(present company excluded)
Here's a freebee, spelled out : 
T H E P O L I C Y I S A L O V E S T O R Y. 
#impetusfortheoutburstunspecific

Do you think more of the man who sharply tells a bartender to not skimp on the olives in his martini, or of the guy who doesn't want to be too much of a bother on a busy night?

Where did it go?
The evidence was here a minute ago.
Got that delete button trigger-finger,
retract and withdraw,
erased and forgotten,
at best misremembered.
Unless you got that screenshot assassination on file.
Doctored or not.
Deep fake or genuine evince.

I hate to repeat myself,
mix and mince words.
Once used,
how do they replenish the initial might?
Can't have a repertoire of redundancy now,
can we?
Say and move on,
one day closer to our expiration date.
Age is unfathomable, yet manageable,
depending on your ed-affinity.
Want more of the same?
Go ask the spinsters.
​I"m sure they've got the pattern down by now.

I only like listening to a new song frequently.
10x min.
Album-person?
10x, too.
Then put to cycle,
heard as an old companion
when some derivation and spunky improbable
needs a renewing:
a welcome revisit cast again aside
until once more
it rings true and reliable.
#searchmeforrepetition
​#illbow