#viruses
Careful, you might find out…
Behind the scenes of all your doubt..
Pretend if you will to know all truth.
Overlooking the programming of your societal youth…
Be careful if you shall and close tight your mind…
Because the truth is on going, a continuing crime..
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 8:20 AM UTC
Let's tell you a story,
Of art & of dance,
Not all that gory.
She was that dancer,
Not just an ordinary one,
A bar dancer in all her glory.
COVID-19 made it hard to work,
So, she started working online,
And began to twerk from home.
She was safe this way,
From the two viruses,
Both COVID and ***
Plugged on to the revolution,
Clients were happy online,
And she made good money.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 7:59 PM UTC
DON'T FALL for
the FANCINESS of
a FLASHY
ADVERTISEMENT,
CLICKING ON IT
may be DAMAGING,
and bring to you
DISAPPOINTMENT.
It may be a CLICKBAIT,
SO, You BETTER BE AWARE,
BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE,
It might be a TROJAN VIRUS
or MALWARE.
So, just BE WEARY of this
CLICKBAIT THEORY
IF IT'S TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE,
Then AVOID CLICKBAIT IN A HURRY.
If the ADVERTISEMENT seems FEASIBLE
THEN THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!!
B.R.
Date: 9/15/2024
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 9:26 PM UTC
Instead of foraging around making connections
with cables and wireless systems that
bluetooth and sync their way
into our pocket technologies
and portable screens
(tablets of which we self-prescribe
and regulate through overdose
and comatose keenings of stillness
and waking dreams)
why, instead
don’t we fool around
making connections
with others of like mind and brainwaves
instead of radiowaves and
the mastered minds of computer waves
and lift an arm and
really wave
beyond our windows to
real people
in real time
rather than peeping
like a holographic Tom through
tabs and browsing windows,
multi-tasking time in a state of mime
like it’s about to expire
(like the wireless wires will break)
and all that we’ll have is
all we can physically take
from this moment awake we call ‘life’
– a mistake.
What else is left now
in this vegetative
one man one woman state
where we live to close our eyes
and shut our minds and wait for
the modem-router to re-dial and
get our avatar back online and
our friends back into our
multi-dimensional realer-than-time
time?
Pseudonyms solving identity changes
emerge without birth
with designer non-faces, as
now that we no longer need imperfection
or meaning or privacy
or even perception
we alter ourselves to impress our connections
with whom we connect without really connecting
by hiding as one almost nearing detection
and tip-toeing straight past
concern or reflection
(invisible firewalls at our protection)
our own walls around us
with keys we can capslock,
screening ourselves from unfriended friends,
and playfully sated by charm and ‘pretends’
that will mean next to nothing
when fantasy ends.
Where ARE the connections we make
in this digital age
that we rarely turn off since
the internet craze has become a new God
that we dial to be saved
as we sacrifice friends we once made
face to face
with those we are longing to meet
as we race across networks
with hunger and haste and
with spambots and data and viruses made
to detect and infect
and reject, just for starters,
and that’s not to mention
the ads and the logins and
passwords that lock us
from somewhere far yonder
that doesn’t exist
as we grow ever fonder
of pics and of pixels and
texts of expression
– the reality of which
we could lose in a second.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC