Betta

I forget
what I bought
so I bought it again
and again I guess
I bought it until
it filled up
my existence.

I kept my eye on
phone and clock
the two conspired
behind my back
to rob me blind
of independent
mind.

I am what is
momentarily
mostly popular
I’m the friend of a trend
I embrace the data
that makes me
betta.

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