January 15, 1984 2:35 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Computer Dreams I
Precious plastic people prattle Feeling dread overfed cattle Wishline standing before a trap Enter freely lift the flap Urbane urban mischief feels The needs of those who turn the wheels Looking out the windshield See a perfect knifewield BigBrotherlove to he who believes The multitude's lies as he kneels as he grieves Precious stones thrown at the sick at the fair in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there Instances shown on a 13 inch screen Rereading outdated textbooks to find out where he'd been Wishline standing before a trap enterfreelylifttheflap hitnewline
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