Apologies to John Donne
Lock down my brain, deep state Panopticus,
Lest I run from thee and get off the grid.
9/11, then stuxnet, now Covid:
Methinks paranoia ran off with us,
Like some inky squid with a damn octopus,
Eyes, ears, here, there, battening down my lid
Where late my thinking lurked -- a locked ward kid
Gone mad, an opioid homunculus --
I, we, could see it coming, Big Pharma,
Big Data, head drugs and algorithms,
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