Short Talkers (poem)

[pigshitpoet]

Young fuckers, nowhere men, nowhere to go
talking on their disconnected phones.
Short talkers, "OK, Gotta go!"
Drink my coffee without a smartphone
All the women mostly scroll,
Then text tomes
On social feeds to friends and family
Or working dudes or husbands
about what to bring home,
besides the bacon and a loving poem.
These are out new social roles,
as directed by the trolls
who continue using cellphones
all personal and alone,
Digital feeds of pay per eat
for the bits and bytes of data trees.
But who owns the library?
Surely it is no longer you or me.
Without public access we've become
An elite, phoneless, factless, homeless
and without access to humanity
unless you work to pay for your feed.
The pwers that be have co-opted our diaries,
broke into our bank accounts,
and stole our monies
to fund their rich armies
Wild fantasies off of our energy
The money wasted by liberals
could have built homes for the homeless
and fed the hungry ten times over
Damn the controllers and predatory thieves
Gate keepers and keepers of the key
Parasitic energy vampires of the first degree.
I decree, "Let there be light, love and life!"
And let it begin with me. ~psp



dr. π (pi)
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