Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Patent Patient

I applied for a patent for
My plan for a computer chip,
Which would put me on the ground floor
Of future high tech ownership.
The chip would be implanted in
Any one the government deems
Might get under the government's skin,
For real or in Big Brother's dreams.
And if and when the implantee
Does something anti-government,
Cyanide poisoning would be
Released, and death would be instant.

This time my patent was denied,
But really time is on my side.