They told me to sign here
but I refused
I refused to give them my blood
or my urine or my
social security number
Instead I stood in line
this imaginary line
drawn somewhere on the Internet
nobody could reach without possessing
When given a free pass
I knew there was no going back
and my virtual signature was certain
to never have existed
december two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
Ooooh…. so much to reflect on in this piece. Nice.
Maybe I should check my cookies? Thanks, D.J.
Oh this is scary in a way… the suspicious is very relevant.
Thanks so much for visiting and commenting on this piece, Björn.
It feels like everyone want’s more and more our information. It’s exhausting.
You got that right, Jasmine! Thanks for visiting and commenting, means so much to me. 😀
Well your poetry is wonderful and I have not been the best reader. I have been pulled in a million directions and have neglected my WP family. Playing catchup and sending sincere apologies for my absence.
I like this. Especially certain to have never existed. Well said.
thank you – I suppose nothing can ever be absolutely deleted ;`)
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