Ground Control Poem by GRANT FRASER

Ground Control



Your going to fix
my errors for free,

blatantly
lie to me,

pretend to spy,
then take over my inner world,

make me jump up
as if I'm caught,
or not who I say I am...

So human,

you want to rule
the imagination without
a sound,

big brother

we're not talking dollar signs
either, are we...

but mind control,

your only goal!

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