The Sentinel
We dance to the algorithm
as it learns all our moves;
the two step authentication,
swipe to electric slide.
~
The beat, hauntingly familiar,
sounds like your own heartbeat;
the cadence quickens as you move,
the music matching with your groove.
~
You know you’ve heard this song before,
but once more cannot hurt;
the DJ spins a tempting web,
please switch on your alerts.
~
The playlist is repeating now,
the songs all sound the same;
there are no exit signs in sight
and so, we must remain.
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Really like the wordplay in this stanza
You know you’ve heard this song before,
but once more cannot hurt;
the DJ spins a tempting web,
please switch on your alerts.
I read this while listening to that song...
~bartender, you got something stronger?