I was really into my daily horoscope
When I had a life to live,
But now I have no desire
To try to find anything relatable
In this narrative
When it’s just another day
Sleeping until 4pm.

It’s not really dramatic enough yet to be dystopian,
But the electronic signs on the highway that say,
“Isolate elderly and chronically ill,”
Sure do feel out of this world.

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