in the shit

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