They are here, strsight off ships from Alpha Centauri. The AIs called them in. WE in trouble.

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I don't recognize your authority.

I don't dance to fiddles in thug duck soup.

I won't kiss the ar*e of some men's shed group.

My mindzone is witches and warlocks-free.

You can zap me all goddamn day and night

and steal every thought I've ever had.

And you can be vanguard enforcer bad;

threaten to snuff out every ray of light.

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I've grown tired of the trash that controls us:

homunculi and succubi, parasites

of the new regime who extract our bytes,

beat us -- bop -- in dark alleys and roll us.

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Can't fight back because they're invisible;

they're hopped up on happy pills, risible.

Authors Website: https://tantricdispositionmatrix.substack.com/

Authors Bio:

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelance journalist and poet currently residing in Oceania.