SPIES THESE DAYS

Report the bad news

Tell us it’s the rules

Hurt your fellow equal

Laugh of fake justifications

Stand back when others don’t agree with those justifications

Hand the stage to mediocre

Set your goals for lower

Feel nothing

Get scared of something

Spies these days

Use anything to attack you

No proof when they stab you

Even with proof, they say it’s the rules

Can’t change the fact that your time is wasted

What kind of life accepts being false to others

False leading

Community guidelines meeting

Spies all around us

Give them a device to record

And they’ll choose to record poor

No connection

Just people killing us all quietly

Poetry