america the beautiful
watching myself on a video screen bigger than my tv
i’m like a mimic at my work station
a trained monkey working for the weekend
still, it feels good to be so photogenic yet safe
this corporate culture of minute monitoring is like a
blanket
keeping me docile and warm, harmless for the playback
and tonight as the sun sets on street corner after street
corner
under the ubiquitous reflection of police surveillance cameras
smile, open up your window and say cheese, buttercup
because it’ll be me singing america the beautiful to you.
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