DRONE

I wake up alone and look to my phone.

No one there – it’s a dead zone.

A mass tombstone.

Everyone a clone.

Moving to the same tone; rolling like a rolling stone.

My mind is blown at what they have sewn.

Simple minded is what they have shown.

Fake, like a cheap cologne.

Fighting to be known by the unknown.

Children grown; A milestone.

No backbone and nothing to hone.

All on loan, they moan and groan.

Caught in a Cyclone.

With a drone.

~ tlg

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