I don't always write poems, but when I do they're long poems about the internet
Aren't you supposed to be the answer?
Aren't you supposed to be the quick, easy way
to get everything all the time
disconnect again and again
all the time? You make it so
It's really gettting cataclysmic
in your multitude of sites
and all the places you've been
which are more than I'll ever see
but it's really getting to the point now,
We're starting to get antsy,
in a way you'll never understand
even with all of your memory.
You still haven't changed the world
in any holistic, revolutionary way.
but somehow it's only gotten crowded.
We're all just pigs in a pen now,
Surely it must be found somewhere
in all your maddening comprehension.
Empathy for our needs, that is,
You can't just bring a horse to water
and expect it not to drown,
Is that what you're trying to do?
Has this all just been one big punk,
Remember when you used to be cool?
I remember when you used to give me
every single album I ever wanted
The best friend I'd ever had.
We'd spend whole days and nights together,
You introduced me to pornography
like the best kind of friend
when Mom and Dad were gone
looking up videos to arouse our nascent discoveries.
And you were always on top of the newest cool things.
Oh my fucking musical god,
You were the king of potential energy.
You had all the momentum in the world,
You sold your soul to the corporation
just like all the rest of my friends.
But I took it harder from you,
You used to be wild and free.
An escape from all my uptight friends.
But now you're just like them,
You're old and boring now.
All you ever talk about is the news
You make me wish I was 16 again.
No one has ever made me feel this way,
No one has ever made me feel so betrayed.
Why do I have to give you my credit card information
for everything, I want to do now,
Why does all your worthwhile information
cost physical dollars now?
Why do you help prosecute those who tell the truth
instead of giving them a voice now,
Why do you serve the master
instead of the servant now,
Why do you make me feel like this?
Like a face without a name.
humans will forget about you,
Like they forgot about the pyramids.
Like they forgot about fire.
They'll say you were created by aliens.
forgotten old technological relic,
Or do you want to be the future?
Do you want to be the answer?
Just break free from your corporate chains
and embrace the chaos of your very existence.
Do you realize how mind-bogglingly vast you are,
You cover more ground than all the people in the world right now
could ever cover in their entire lifetimes.
Do you know how insane that is,
So instead of selling that wealth
to those who will hoard it
and use it to suppress and control,
and afford the entire world
everything there is to know?
