Questions on my computer screen
frighten me:
Where was my father born?
Confirm my youngest son’s
address.
Ninety seconds to answer or I’m
locked out.
My health plan provider says
They don’t create the questions.
The FCC supplies the answers,
So that an unrelated private
company can confirm my authenticity.
How did they know my
relationship to Jay or Lou?
I don’t remember my third grade
teacher’s name,
But I expect “they” do.
As I write and publish poems,
are my thoughts decoded and digitalized?
Can “they” locate a first cousin
long out of sight?
Will I get a bill for a window I
broke in Junior High,
Replete with sixty-five years of
interest charges?
Are my failures, large and
small, open for perusal?
Evolution excludes no one, and
no thing.
If knowledge is power, will not
the most sentient
Lose sway and cede the
conducting of human affairs
To a more rational and learned
probability device?
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