Tired

Take me back to the 

Shire

Wired

By what is

Required

Mired

In everything

Dire

Liar --

What she made 

Us into

Choirs

Of liars

In frying 

Pan fires --

Taking our safety 

Tires

So enamored

By her

Every goddamn

Fiber

Of the

Cyber

Nightmare

We are 

Living.