The God of Chaos
A conundrum of lights
A cacophony of sound
A god of chaos’s playground.
You've met him I'm sure
I just passed him by
Glowing eyes smirking in his unseen hood
He interrupted me
With a Bing, a beep and a ring
I tried to ignore him
But…
He’s everywhere
With every click
With every step
LOOK, LIKE, BUY, REPLY
A puny mortal gripped by the maze of color
Draining away my reality, my individuality, my pride
A fool unable to tell truth from lies
I can't escape, can't run or hide
From his sharp commands gripping my mind
I'm sure he finds scamming me entertaining…
Unfortunately his battery died
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