Spoken: What is heard The adornment, gospel truths the pious believers of your personal faith. The Heresy, the voice of those you’ve ****** Spoken: That which can not be taken back Your frivolous certainties had no hold but now frame our reality because they are always in the peripheral only seeing what it allows you Spoken: half truths The victimized, the wronged, the offended just to validate unscrupulous act to those who have wronged you. Spoken: White lies The coddling which breeds an ignorance for the knowledge of decorum, decorations and vails to hid behind Spoken: That which the universe asserts That which the universe listens to, vibrations that it assimilates making it part of the whole without losing its agenda
I chanced upon a note one day, I looked askance, then looked again, It said, "Do you want to join us today?" The Mafia application form reads this way..... "Whattsa you name?" "Whattu say?" "Spella dat again!" "You gotta gun, you say?" "You gotta shades today?" "Whattsa car you drive this day?" "Issa big one, black or grey?" "You shoota someone, one day?" "Free cement shoes, our way!" "Congratulations, eh! You joinna da Mafia today!"
People look for the fountain of youth But I am a fountain of words
I wield them like weapons They slip from my grip I spend them like bills They steep me in wealth I tuck them in my pockets They spill from my lips I give them as gifts They stick in my teeth I kiss them on cheeks They slide down my throat I stack them on shelves They pile at my feet I pack them in boxes They stain my sheets I burn them to ashes They pow-
I hope you get it because This **** is endless and I forgot where I was going with this
My dictation program has an accent It types out the most unreadable things, When I say something like " my bunion stings", It types back to me about onion rings. There have been embarrassing moments When I was chatting along quite normally. I found myself feeling very thankful That I hadn't been chatting formally.
The conversation needn't be special, Nor use any esoteric phrases. But some of the **** this program prints Astounds, stultifies and amazes. It can't be brushed off as an accent thing; My speech is quite non-dialectic. Sometimes it seems that Apple, Inc Wants to render me apoplectic.
But, the way it is I have no human beings That I can focus my frustration on When something that company sells at a store Turns me into an unwitting ****. As it is it's an iPhone and I can't pity it When I hit "send" too fast and seem an idiot. It’s possible I am asking far too much Of the current reach of technology. Even though our phones seem part of us They aren’t really part of our anatomy.