My Super Power

When I was young, a trip to Disneyland
amounted to the ultimate in fun.
Attractions were so perfect I would stand
in awe of line control – how everyone
seemed patient and the wait for rides not tough.
They kept us moving and we felt amused.
I marveled how they organized such stuff –
the best manipulation is excused?

And maybe that was training of a sort,
for ever since I sense the least attempt
to make me want, direct my thought or thwart
my weirdness. Somehow I was formed exempt
from advertising selling what or how…
immune to algorithms even now.

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