The bots
Read my
Mind
Any kind
Of my cry
Fits slots
Into which
They sell
Some ad
Make me glad
But I’ll tell
Them switch
Leave me
Alone
Don’t sell
Me a spell
Thick as stone
Lacking dream
Let me
Escape meaning
And die
Into a sky
Dreaming
To become free
The Bots Read My Mind
Published
T. M. Shorewick 