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When I lived in a vacuum,
Every time I screamed,
The gods would hear me.
Each time they would bring
Two slices of bread and a soda,
Then seal the door off
On their way out.

One day I asked for
An ipod with Travis Scott’s album.
They threw me down,
Back to earth.
Maybe it’s a good thing
Steve Jobs took a bite
Of that proverbial apple.

©Herbert Uba 2017