Dystopian
Near a dancing fountain, I am sitting.
I barely look at the water droplets flirting the sunbeams.
Electronica music titillates my ears while I am recalling Brave New World.
I read it more than a decade ago
The Dystopia is here.
Plastic creatures everywhere. They are socially indoctrinated!
Now I decide to get away.
Bill, please!
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