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Browsing, surfing, clicking From inane, to insane, to profane Running down a rabbit hole That rewires every brain Stumbling, bumbling, tripping Into troll caves and lucid irrelevance “Welcome to the interwebz, I’ll be your guide!” Cries the three toed unicorn elephant Museum of human ignorance Vortex of time and creativity At least Pre-NSA We had some anonymity Wellspring of inspiration But don’t trade watching for doing The internet gives and takes from us And there’s a high price for using Such worthless brilliance Human biology isn’t ready To start slurping up This endless virtual piece of spaghetti Grant virtual power to the people So we virtually feel free While you track and categorize every click And quantify our humanity I’m not asking to cut down the tree But dead branches need trimming I’m not asking to drain the reservoir But stop sinking, start swimming I’m not asking to cut the cord Just intermittent unplugging Don’t unload the gun Just don’t aim at your forehead
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
A Thankful Poetic Rage (about the internet)
Browsing, surfing, clicking From inane, to insane, to profane Running down a rabbit hole That rewires every brain Stumbling, bumbling, tripping Into troll caves and lucid irrelevance “Welcome to the interwebz, I’ll be your guide!” Cries the three toed unicorn elephant Museum of human ignorance Vortex of time and creativity At least Pre-NSA We had some anonymity Wellspring of inspiration But don’t trade watching for doing The internet gives and takes from us And there’s a high price for using Such worthless brilliance Human biology isn’t ready To start slurping up This endless virtual piece of spaghetti Grant virtual power to the people So we virtually feel free While you track and categorize every click And quantify our humanity I’m not asking to cut down the tree But dead branches need trimming I’m not asking to drain the reservoir But stop sinking, start swimming I’m not asking to cut the cord Just intermittent unplugging Don’t unload the gun Just don’t aim at your forehead
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
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