Under Control
Under
Control
The alarm on the phone
Tells me the day has begun.
A calendared event
I have given to the machine to hold.
My watch measures my motion,
Keeping my heart ever clocked.
My steps watched and counted,
And a suggested longer stroll.
Suggested only. Apps under my control.
The traffic lights assign my progress,
Camera-mounted, speed detected,
Seeking the unbelted,
Watching as the autos roll.
Warnings sound from the dash,
A tire slightly over a line.
Airbags at the ready,
Safety comes with its toll,
Allowances made for control.
Keycard programmed for entry,
Thus, the workday begins.
Make sure my badge is visible,
I am who am in plastic mold.
Log in to my machine in code,
Numbers more trusted than a smile.
Assignments are delivered digitally,
Records allow no loophole.
Electronically kept under control.
Minutes counted for consumption,
Activities compartmented by number.
A record of my incompetence,
Presented quarterly for a review told.
The constraints of a life modernized,
To free me up for the weeks’ vacation.
To get me the rest I need,
To keep me neatly in the fold…
And I am losing
control.
Cliff Lake 7/21/2023
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