It's important to remember
That the Internet isn't real
It's just
An endless collection
Of ones and zeros
streaming through
Coaxial cable
and telephone lines.
You can carry the Internet
Around in your pocket
So that it keeps its tether
Around your attention span.
But you can't really hold it
Nor can you tell me
What it's really good for
Besides bombarding our minds
With advertisements
and propaganda
From corporations
That slither about
Like enormous lizards
Intent on devouring
Everyone's soul.
In the near future
No one will be able to read;
We'll communicate in emojis
And mangled memes.
Our children will reference
Influencers
And every bit of shared culture
Will be forced upon us
By monsters looking to make
A profit.
Nothing is inevitable
But death.
Give me the Butlerian jihad
Before I lose another hour
On Reddit,
Where my comments will be cannibalized
By machine learning, thereby
Insuring the eventual destruction
Of the next big pyramid scheme.
Fuck off, Internet.
I can still say that now,
Can't I?
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