{“Icarus”.}

you’re no longer you & i’m no longer i & why not?
Psy-Ops sold our souls as ticking algorithmic time bombs. we’ve
all been downloaded & converted into spy-bots.
Facebook is a cyclops programmed to hit your right spot. 
they know your name, they hear my voice, they heard the mic drop,
they’re reading right now every word that i jot.
& Cambridge Analytic…ahem:
preppy pink polos set aflame the wings of Icarus.

home rewired, but i think i messed up, cuz
Siri heard every word i flirted with Alexa.
every pace, pulse & heartbeat are well documented,
not to mention the fact your face is never not detected.
mark your status as online & act as target practice.
become a psychographic study at the Market Basket.
keep your pistol lowered. truth gets told by whistleblowers
as the cryptocurrency begins to trickle slower…

you’re no longer you & i’m no longer i & why not?
Psy-Ops slang our souls as sly dawgs on the sidewalk. we’ve
all been downgraded & converted into spy-bots.
eyes locked inside a confined box called an iPod.
they know your name, they hear my voice, they heard the mic drop,
they’re reading right now every word that i jot.
trading tweet trends back & forth, bit by bit, they
spent me on the Bic Light that burned the wings of Icarus.

so welcome to the nightmares of George Orwell.
dig your dusty '1984' up off the storage shelf.
there’s diamonds in the rough & druzy in the quartz well,
but these sheeple keep on fucking snoozing through the door bell.
cob shucking, study crop circles in a cornfield.
modify my genes. sell me jeans that fit my form well.
silicon platter data. server holds the warm milk.
so i suggest you think for yourself. or else.

you’re no longer you & i’m no longer i & why not?
Psy-Ops sold our souls as algorithmic data side jobs. we’ve
all been uploaded & converted into spy-bots.
funny how i’m bitching writing using Google Drive Docs.
they know your name, they hear my voice, they heard the mic drop,
mined bytes off my mind - bulk buys got price drop.
binary brains in mainframes collecting interest by
turtlenecks & cardigans that pierced the wings of Icarus.

the wings of Icarus.
shit’s ridiculous.
the wings of Icarus
char the wings of Icarus to black sticky licorice.