An ode to the God of Technology

 The narcissist pose

duck lips eyes raised to meet the gaze of  the cognitive poison

our millennium God

that promises fame, fortune, love, acceptance

our nouveau saviour that takes away

all worries, with  just a swipe

Oh, technology God, you have succeeded in ways 

millions before you could not 

you have created nations of zombies

who cannot think

and conform vapidly to half-truths

consumed

our freedoms, our lives, our thoughts

have evaporated within the digital junk

the algorithms churn and offer us daily

we function mechanically but wander through your streets like the 

fentanyl addicts in skid row

we are zombies, a cumulation of the brain-dead workforce 

who live for cheap goods, cheap thrills...

we are sunk.


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