Seek Seek Psyops

Seek, seek, psyops 

Going in circles

We look but cannot find 

Seek, seek, psyops 

Your turn this time

Down the scroll hole you go

Why’s your energy so low?

The algorithm is our master 

Dishing out our daily feed 

Are we desperate for sustenance?

Or are we filling someone else’s need?

Our phones enjoy the concerts, screens spend time with friends

We’re gathering information 

So the AI can take it in

We keep taking pictures 

We were never really there

Blown across town

Like July is to wet air 

And in a year we’ll be reminded

Of how much fun we had 

The screen shows a 

slide show of pictures

Faux memories, albeit glad 

Though it’s not as fun as we remember,

We go out again 

Our phone has the time of it’s life 

We just provide the information