You live your life spending your lifeline from nine to five in a hivemind
earning a dime in a grind that's not worth your time.
You waste your lifeline to some kind of weak minds and find
that they leave you behind,
in a way they've designed.
to bind you with chains, to level up their gains,
They earn all the goods
and you can keep the change.
here’s a kind of intelligence “IQ tests” don’t measure -
divergent thinking -
how many seemingly-disconnected thoughts can you hold at once?
how many new connections can you make?
hold that thought.
My poems are not meant to be read top to bottom
They are an interconnected web
The quotes that come back
Indicate a node in the web.