Outside my window 

Is an apple tree

On google maps 

The space between the two is less

But inside my microsoft home

nothing is micro 

nothing is soft

amidst the hard clangs of my windows 

 the icloud turns grey

and what even is bing

is it oppst to a ping 

and when they collide

two gators 

fighting on my small screen

and my eyes bleed

thie is what it measn to be freed

Their drives and their drivers

callously safari over my small 

adobe 

homes and windows 

apples and clouds

things of beauty 

turn ugly 

nor the shiny chrome 

nor the marine bing

ne'er the compassy safari

the great explorers of yore

promising riches and unlimited freedom

keep getting caught

in each others net

captain sam 

with his hammering ram

crashing debris 

breaking ships

till you sigh 

and ask o'why

do i have to accept so much

and enter so many 

and Agree all the time

so these engineers 

can consentfully fuck me 

in privacy 

and encrypt and transfer 

my freed groans

so that i can be secure

they protect my fragile identity 

by deconstruction

breaking it down 

in safe data packets

and protect me from data theft

but keep an account so i never wander off 

cos left to my own device

i can get locked out 

so they follow me where i go 

my clicks and chicks

my reels and wheels

while preserving my anonymity

they track me 

it is ill-humour 

to be a packet of 1s n 0s

floating anonymously through cyber trails

like a Shamus in a sleazy room

 on a dark seedy never-ending platform

like a hungry puppy

on a trail of cookies

know what i eat dress talk or walk

visit watch 

and encrypt my habits and routine

into numbers so algorithms can chart

me in parts 

and conjure me as a sum 

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