the hatched, the watched

we are a poem
somewhat hated
but still read
we are an earworm
stuck in your head
picking up the let drop thread
keep a record of everything said

we are surveillance footage
we are fruit of the all-seeing eye
we are the tabloid windfall that you buy
we are the reality television lie
we don’t remember you are listening
we have forgotten you are watching

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