The Smart phones of stupid people
happily using Bluetooth with a black lung
all the time they Facebook
more than books face them.
Forever upgrading their connectivity
and losing the ability to communicate.
Conscientiously updating apps
Whilst the baby screams in the next room
waiting to be fed.
Catching up with virtual friends
inside of a virtual world
Giving birth to virtual children
and leading them to virtual suicide.
How soulless can we become?
Is there an app for this emptiness?
a crack, a patch, a torrent to comfort me?
Let me Google it and find out.
Let me fill in the gaps of my knowledge
whilst I sit here in this chair.
Learning about photosynthesis
in the darkness of my room.
Experiencing love with my pants around my ankles
as nubile Japanese nymphs
simulate sexual pleasures
through the clouds of my cum smeared computer screen.
I need a better connection
to what it means to be human.
Aimlessly wandering through
a digital wasteland
Hoping to StumbleUpon something
that will give my life meaning.
But for as long as we live in this
postmodern, cynical cyber hell,
nothing can change, nothing will change
when the depth of our emotion
can be expressed by clicking ‘like’.
The Examined Life 