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JR Rhine Aug 2016
What is this
Satirical mask
That weeps self-deprecating tears
Through plastic slits
Down over a contorted smile
That mocks society
In pictoral flagellations
Of an aching conscience.
machina miller Mar 2016
autonomous memetic devices

mewling absurdism after absurdism

incognito the non-sequiturs substantiate

administrative staff of the regaling suppositories

for all the good they will do you

you might as well shove them up your ****
this is about memes
No Hoots Gang Aug 2015
.
Ching chong where's the ****?

**.
An old classic from me.
No Hoots Gang Jul 2015
Oh, dank
                 memes..
                           why wont you 
                                               ****      
                                                           me, me.
                                         For that is a world I want to live in
                                                why wont you just give in.
Vladmir Putin May 2015
poems
are
boems
are
doems
are
boo

crippity
creepity
zappity
zoo
­
poems
are
woems
and
shilly misham

fippity
bippity
wippity
bam
Vladmir Putin May 2015
In the dark
Listening to linkin park

In the steam
browsing dank memes

-break-

rickity rickity
bickity bickity

i am from hungary

follow me on the twitti

@spahgetti
Steve Jong Un Apr 2015
[PART ONE]
xeroxed, RT'd and plagiarized
so many times on so many blogs
tween blogs to republican blogs
to blogs in Russia and
blogs no one ever scrolls though...
original content is prey
but I have a warning for they:

overrated, over-shared
content aggregators beware
the lines you swap can
rot and ware
the World Wide Web
does not care.

[PART TWO]
original content
original contests
original continent
original controversy
original coordination between strangers
original calvary riding their connection into the battlefield of internet memes; creating nothing and sharing everything

[COMMENTARY]
original nothing, nowhere, nobody except facebook "Funny Vidoes!" & "Cool Quotes!". 'Like' pages whose sole originality lies within their own existence but nothing they share. They steal from the rest of the web and re-post what they find for out-of-the-loop troglodytes; often done so in inferior context and with no perspective. The 'refried beans' phenomenon, I call it. I find it fitting because 'refried beans' are a double misnomer. The name comes from 'frijoles refritos' - which means 'well-fried' not 'refried'. They are also never traditionally fried more than once. Yet the name sticks, it gets repeated, it gets re-shared and now that's what they are: refried beans. This phenomenon is why I believe art and all original content eventually become so over-shared and overrated that it's no longer interesting but irritating. These three parts of the poem "Original Content" are separated in abstract authorial presentation. The author has clearly expressed his dislike for the disjunct un-imagination of the internet and presents it as such.

[PART THREE]
original authors losing control of their audiences who believe they are the creators and the artist's art is somewhat shareable
original miscommunication between web 1.0 and web 2.0 reality
original alphabet they use to type on their keyboards
original grammar they learned in school
original money their gov't printed
original content they re-post
original refried beans
original content
orginal contet
ogrinal cotent
ognal ctt
oc
.
No copy pasterino pls
Jarred Jan 2015
"Who profits more?
The cup that fulfills its purpose?
Or the drinker?"
The students didn't answer.
The bell had rung.
They wouldn't get any participation credit.
It wouldn't affect their grade.
The professor didn't care either.
He was just filling the time.
If they thought about it or not,
He would still get payed.
He fulfilled his purpose.
Jarred Dec 2014
I'm thirsty.
I picked the wrong color shirt today.
This seat keeps rocking back and forth.
There aren't anymore napkins.
"Hey can I get you anything else?"
"Mmmprhpp"
No please don't go my hands are filthy oh god why does this bother me so much

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