A boxy adapter with rounded edges
Manufactured to channel power—and yet,
Power that is not theirs. Only to channel it
To channel my Windows to the world
To close their Great Wall on our
Silicon valleys?
AC currents charging this Stylish Design i7
Distracting me
From the Capitalist-embodying communism
Red ruling over depths of blue
Screens, screens of bluelight-damaging sight
The sight to sea beyond
What goes South out to see
Pulling the plug on our freedom of type type type
Keep your distance—we can power your technology.
With Ching chong net worth, networks, and netted to worthless than
The need to work, school, hopes
and dreams.
Velcro strap, bundling up wire after wire after
They wiretapped their way
Through our bluescreen pristine.
Censorship, the anti-coronavirus
But virus? We don’t need your quarantine.
Now over 99%, fully charging us all.
For the mediocre price of freedomless speech
Who is in charge?
It feels great to be back. This poem is about my struggle with a certain country and the monotony of work...feeding into the capitalist cycle.
