What can save you will not touch you,
Will not know you, will despise you;
What you need is poison, really,
Digital and cloud bacilli
Spreading out to soak your time in;
Memberships of gold and diamond,
Let this be your new foundation --
Who needs touch when you have
Information?
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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