One arm bandits come and go,
Obedient robots follow their phones
To the next shopping zone.
For what? I don’t know.
That’s between them and their phone.
Juggling parcels and merchandise,
With one hand on their e-device.
T’other ’tached to their head.
Follow orders of cybernets.
This is the matrix, these are the walking dead.
Someone said, “Beware!
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