Spare Me The Hell of A Smart-Watch
I hide from a Fitbit’s holier-than-thou eyes
scoffing at my breaths idling every second
colonizing my free time with body-positive spies
A noisy purgatory strapped to my carefree veins
This leash of wasted time ticking on a dial
belted tightly through a day’s front and rear
measuring my youth with a creepy, voyeuristic smile
chinking dismissively to my motto of laissez-faire
I feel it snooping around my body’s private pool
raiding the chemically-unstable viscosity of phlegm
It eavesdrops on a cold lung thawing to an inhaler’s spool
and the glug-glug of red wine metabolizing m&ms
This is Big Brother’s eye hard-to-please
It’s got me picking stairs over the elevator
and swapping my sweet lattes with kale smoothies
My belly packed with anti-fuckin’-everything-that’s-comfort
And what it counts indubitably as sleep stress
how can it tell with a bullet’s veracity
that my REM cycle spells nine-to-five duress
and not a flowering dream’s plot complexity
Spare me the horrors of my body’s alt-dimension
slashed in drunken charts of a know-it-all’s apprehension
and the fibs my feet say about sweaty miles accomplished
why would I want them strapped to my wrist?
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