Bete Noir in Tentacle Palace

I live in a tentacle palace.

War state,

trying to grab my a*s and my brain.

I am not you!

                   This

here

or now.

Hop into generational void

I move with no identification

thru digi-culture.

My mind helter-skelter

slinging cynicism

from a window or a quick glimpse.

I shape this 

into something I can spit on

and stumble on stunted

a social bete-noir.  

Author's Note

is the word play/mis-spellings effective and sensical?