I can’t sidestep a tsunami as easily as all that
Not only that, I won’t
I am sure, dear sir, you’d like me to stay asleep
While you roll and rattle, wheel and deal the truth
Until it looks like a lie
While I
Sleep on the bus stop bench
Convinced of the truth of my worth there
I can’t close my eyes anywhere near enough
Not only that, I won’t
I am sure, dear ma’am you’d like me to “look over there”
While you Black Friday my Thanksgiving and Christmas
Until the Holiday sales
So ‘big’
Take over the season
Convinced of the money I spent there
I wish I could algorithm you out of my profile
Click, click, enter—and you’re gone
No more spying under the guise of personalization
But it’s my fault too, for feeding you
If you were a human being
You’d be
A stalker, and restrained by law to stay away
I received your invitation to the ‘shiny’
Not even wanting to open the envelope
I am sure there will be commentary about my choice
And I’m sorry to miss out on the popular party
But I’d rather see the land
For what it really is
Convincing no one and nothing, just being there