I'm on the grid..
I'm keyed in, hooked up
Connected, countered
Numbered, hacked to bits
Spooling, I'm not fooling
Got my number
Got my slot
Don't have to answer
Questions
Don't have to find
A spot
Already in the queue
I'm lined up to a T
Filed, stamped and registered
If you just look
You can't miss me
I'm on the grid..
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