SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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chop! chop! chop!

Slippery sliding techno bits 
Make their pathways through 
Signal—chop, chop, chop! 
A new way of thinking, 
Maintaining happiness is 
Of utmost priority.

To achieve 
Everything must be stirred around 
A bit, sometimes for whole minutes, 
Taking on the characteristics 
Of an hour’s worth of typical 
Processing. 
Signal—whirl, bust, chop!

Lanky tools strewn out 
Like spaghetti are used 
For the job, where buyer 
And seller are all paid off 
To achieve the same thing. 
“Just be quiet,” they say. 
“Don’t tell of it.” And again, 
Signal—stretch, snap, whirl!

Ah-kat-chew! I sneeze, 
Thinking fast again, for just 
Seconds maybe. System relief. 
A jump-start, back in motion. 
This time, Signal—beep, bop, and groovin’! 
I wake up, this time threatened by 
Tiny midgets forming lines around me. 
“Back to the spaghetti lines,” they say, where the 
Chop, whirl, and bust of information 
Slows me down.

Maintaining happiness is 
Of utmost priority.



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