i
am through telling this computer
what
to do and i fucking hate
its
complacency, its lethargy
its
inability to communicate
i
thought it would be straight forward
that
we would all understand
each
other in this new global network
where
we would all be free
instantly
transmutable
instantly
accessible
but
the old constrictions remain
like
who is able to afford it
and
who lives where
and
who knows who
strange
that information
should
be like buying a shoe
trying
it on for size to see if it fits you
but
all the while the sales person
is
telling you its just right
despite
the fact your feet are cramped
but
it’s meant to be tight
because
all shoes stretch
sure,
another sales pitch to grow
mushrooms
between your toes
we
are all being crapped on
from
a great height
pressed
into the biscuit moulds
of
failure or success
like
a purile Ben Lee song
that’s
piped into your head
and
what doesn’t fit
spews
over the sides like waste
so
why not play in that excess
take
the waste and make it ours
live
in the depths of the shittiest shit
because
it is only in the shit
that we can see
where the arseholes are
© shaun patrick green 2014