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They’re Turning Us Into Chairs

By Richard MacNeill


Chairs have a purpose

but if we become chairs

we will have no purpose

To stand or lounge

on the ground where we came from

to walk or run or swim

they found a way to combat our whim

by tethering us to screens

as if without them we could not breathe

We certainly cannot think with them

but their point is not-thinking

This “they” is made of many theys

it’s unintentional and intentional


By Richard MacNeill


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