Oh, you’d love to say its all just happenstance,
there’s nothing ominous in the conjunctions of
this event’s randomly coincidental interfacing -
or might that be too flaccid a reaction; tho you
scrutinise th’ evidence, maybe suggest you’re
fazed a wee bit - you’re not yet gonna believe
assertions it is in your mind - i.e., the incipient
effects of a surreal form of data-quota piracy
So, get back to land my friend, internet speed
determines how many bits of data’s received;
no-one could use your connection to bleed off
that much, your reception’s too slow for any a
worthy thief to be bothered with - arcane as it
seems, a glitch the system's to be blamed for
And the system just does’t like you anymore
© 19 May 2016, I. D. Carswell
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