I screen phone calls
and e mails
and sunshine with shades
I screen tea, too
with V, too
and friend requests made
I block porn shows
and cable
and what you say out
I let it all go
to voicemail
so I don’t have to shout
I wear ear phones
like all drones
When I’m on the go
And wisely
Bring visors
to hide from the show
My filters are
precious
collected like gems
Still my smokescreens
aren’t able
to make me feel Zen.
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