Thursday, October 4, 2018

untitled, march 8th, 2016

it’s all fake, plastic and gray, in this day and age

the pixels dance, but i don’t watch anymore
my Mac is just my digital whore

life is played out across the gigahertz landscape
emotions go flat, friends turn into text, and people think it’s great

people spend their breaks on cell phones
need a twitter account if you’re well known
and i’m calling ET “find me a GNU home” – over a land line of course

it’s all lifeless anti-social intel chips
with a cell phone and a tablet as the dip

where are the forests in this online world? where is the sky?
and now we’re stuck with this electric pulse till the day we die

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