Guinea Pig

The forms I sign admit to no duress
Surveilled by the ubiquitous machines
Arrested me without a chance to dress
They vowed that they would cure and make me clean

I guess this is an email S.O.S.
(They say I’ll soon be out of quarantine)
I hacked the prison server, I’ll confess
A bad reaction to the new vaccine

My antibodies really are a mess
My arm is hanging limp and turning green
The testing is a constant source of stress
Tomorrow they will have to take my spleen

A wasted youth (they never set me free)
Abandoned in the leper colony