Each time I click, my free will vanishes.
I know it, but I can’t stop. There isn’t enough of myself left to stop. My mind, body and soul are promised to a man called Norm.
I hear and obey, I can’t do otherwise. And I know I’m not alone.
There’s an army of us now, clicking the button. None of us knows why he took our will, none know what he’ll do with us. But our loyalty’s unmistakable.
In the back of my mind, what’s left of me screams, unheeded.
Why, oh why, did I click the button labelled “submit”?
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Button (for Norm)
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