2048

One hundred years

After 1984

The view inside

Fits Winston’s fear

He gathered tears

From many faces

Dry away the terror

Look within

Do not go abroad

Stay near the hand

Resting without reason

No stimulus comes

Energy must be bought

All is simple

All is clear

Life is a bargain

An exchange

No movement is required

Pick your slot

Resting jelly

Cuckholds the soft

Fruit brain

We are calm

Like cabled energy

Flowing without surge

No disruption

Energetic words

Are not required

My help desk is

Clear of burden

There is no more

Backlog

We are done