Technocratic SlaveryA Poem by Xanthous CrowIf the man makes the machines, what becomes of the man when he is rendered obsolete?
Bound by invisible static tendrils
Eyes affixed to the screen Swirling, rolling, searching For anything to get a high W***e-house digital brothel Wiring obscene A parasitic network enough to send you lurching Anything, anything! Just for a jack! Need to connect Automaton overlord You are a slave to the machine Overloading information attack Electronic sensory misdirect Not enough! Bombard! Mechanical phosphene Hooked to a computer Biomechanical mutant Slave to a machine Synthetic parasite Mechanical recruiter (draw others to the network!) Unreal pollutant Attracted, like flies, to a shiny digital screen Unending appetite Pull yourself free Or suffer degradation Or worse, being hacked! A fly in the digital web Become the expellee Socio-evolutionary mutation Escape from the mechanical abstract Follow the ebb You little slave Slave to the machine © 2012 Xanthous Crow |
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Added on March 9, 2012 Last Updated on March 9, 2012 AuthorXanthous CrowMount Erebus, AntarcticaAbout"Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancho.. more..Writing
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