(a Cyberpunk poem)


I’m jacked in, so are you,
Living dreams that never come true.
Plugged in at night, and every single day,
Braindancing here keeps the nightmares away.
Outside the streets are dirty and dead,
None of it matters inside of my head.
Wires loop and wrap and tangle,
Technologic noose about to strangle.
Neon flashes circle my brain,
I’m not here, am I still sane?
Later they come, bust down the door,
Find a shell, nothing more,
Just another piece of techno-lore.

– The Tragic DM


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