The data frightened me
jumbled on the sheets
rows and rows of numbers
phony if you thought about it
a little too much weight
in between the in between
far from Earth kicking up-dust
bothering some other time-space
where nobody cares nobody lives
to see the greedy greedy fingers
grasping for life for blood for time
away from teachers their little desks
rusty now spiders crawling over papers
fear in their voices the intercom the email
fear of the data and what it means what it
could do threatening in the strange realm
make believe make do make mistakes.
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