Hobbling along a cobblestone
Road, it won’t take long
To run me down. How far
Can I get? I’m sure they
Wish I were not out here
Ahead of them again, but at
Least I’m no one urgent.
My existence anywhere being
Merely overdue. There were
Calculations, slide rules
At first and adding machines,
But now its smart phones and
Artificial intelligence. It knows
Each step I take and where
I’m likely to go. When I don’t
Go there, an algorithm files
Another complaint of the sort
I’m tired of responding to,
Searching down this road
For a better place to hide.
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