In factory updates

I am sitting in my chair
not quite blown away
gripping the arm grips
wishing all the 
cognitive dissionce would 
just go away
because as the sayer say
it means nothing to your
gas mileage
and wher
you WASP 
and you prey

So now we are all bob dylan in
our outrage
and we sit together
on desolation row
just waiting
for some chance to contribute
to a faux foe
when we listen 
closely and realise
the depths of our
despair are
all preventable.