The new tyranny
This dawn, after rain had trumpeted its force on the old roof tiles,
it ceased to a soft drizzle, yet I refused to get up before eight,
alas my Protestant work ethic and a full bladder forced me up
from a warm bed, so I made coffee.
I was thinking how the internet has restricted our freedom, secrets
are in public domain, this intrusive faceless monster wants to know
what we think, so the right product can be directed to our email.
Free speech is only possible for those who have nothing to say and
accept living in the land of the convention who accept trivial political lies swallowed whole without an afterthought.