Saturday, April 20, 2024

Bad Poetry: The Internet

 

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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