I just dropped back
into the government hack.
It won't stay, I came to find,
in the forefront of my mind.
But, now and then as fate would have it
appears a digital bunny rabbit
where but a moment ago
stood a Conan warrior bro.

Heavy dudes say,
"Keep focus night and day.
Mister Man is on your case,
so don't relax your resting face."
And, no matter how much I type
there only appears digital tripe.
(I do wish life was something more
than utterly easy to ignore.)

does not count you see.
(You knew the entire time.)
No dough? No show. No rhyme.
With no substance behind the me
why spy on nothing to see?
Let them track my strokes.
It's the punchline of the joke.