Overload.
Constantly in motion.
On the road,
Or at home.
Disinformation in my ears.
I fear:
Google Analytics,
Predictive analysis.
Artificial intelligence.
Time to disconnect for a moment . . .
They know what you’re thinking before you do.
But they can’t find what I’m looking for.
Instead,
I get: Targeted and personalized ads.
Showing me the latest fads.
The trends,
The moments.
The artificial friends.
Quantitative reasoning,
Boolean logic.
Aye, aye sergeant!
Whatever you say.
Instant willing obedience to orders.
That’s a roger!
Blah, blah, blah,
As I fall farther.
Into their grasp.
Hornet’s nest diluting the past.
Rewrite history.
Mind meld mystery.
Obviously you weren’t listening.
They have you distracted and misinformed.
But now you’re just part of the swarm.
The pack.
The mob of madness,
Making no sense.
Let me disconnect for a moment . . .
The beat,
The underground,
On the street.
The homeless,
The roamers,
The stoners.
The vagabonds and transients.
Transgender mass events.
Parades,
And gays,
And asses on display.
I’m not really repulsed,
But . . .
I’d rather watch the political scene.
To implode my my mind further.
As I scream,
About this war machine.
Never mind.
I’ll just disconnect.
For a moment.
I need to breathe.
Too plugged in . . .
Don’t want to forget what reality really means