Internet is dead

garbage is pilling in your head

have we met?

Public opinion

bots inserting coalition

false opinion

runaway dominion

The premise of a culture war

bloody mistress in cyberspace bar

Twitter, Facebook,Instagram

sound red alarm

progress is another name for aspiring fun

Internet of things

this old unsatisfied fling

do you know what all this means?

Type and search

open the door of this new levitating, invisible church

A mute beast silently in the void lurks

only prison box you will find

don’t mind

type one more

see, your approved human credit score

type, some more

just to see

The Internet version of human folklore

Internet is dead

garbage is pilling in your head

have we met?

Sun is setting

bots are vetting

Skynet is in your closet

thoughts to see:

only a few, maybe just a dozen

looks like Free Thought is simultaneously frozen

Go search, scatter

All that doens’t really matter

is looking for his lost father

it is looking for its new mother

a Son or young Daughter

their sleepless, cannon fodder

Type more,

was this site there before?

another fake site

another fake passage

another fake rite

ready to strike

tell you how to feel

whisper you when to kneel

maybe this

is not data scorched abyss

maybe on this site, you will find eternal bliss

Oh sorry, another miss?

triangulated, death kiss,

nobody with a working brain will really miss

Shadow banning

ideas stranding

pictures of kitties and puppies galore

have we met before?

wolf at the surrogate door

escaping traumatizing horror

Black volcanic land in cyberspace, digital Mordor?

Internet is dead

garbage is pilling in your head

have we met?

Stranger than fiction

cloned human vision

forbidden thought

supplemented onslaught

don’t be bought

think

create your own thought

Internet is dead

now all is an unproven specter

visiting your head

making your bed

think

observe

be ahead of the nonchalant curve

don’t serve

preserve

observe

make your own bed

let the silent killer belong to Seth

Internet is dead

News is a nuisance in your head

count to five

wake up,

alive

be alive

thrive

find nature

close the door

say :

goodbye and

thank you,

but sorry no more

I don’t like you

anymore!

Photograph

Def Leppard

I'm outta luck, outta love
Gotta photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you're too much
You're the only one I wanna touch

I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild and free, so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy

Oh, look what you've done to this rock n' roll clown
Oh-oh, look what you've done

Photograph
I don't want your photograph
I don't need your photograph
All I've got is a photograph
But it's not enough

I'd be your lover, if you were there
Put your hurt on me, if you dare
Such a woman, you got style
You make every man feel like a child, oh

You got some kinda hold on me
You're all wrapped up in mystery
So wild and free, so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy