Outsider

Everyone lives in
His-her-its own
Personal universe;
Everyone's mesmerized by
His-her-its own
Pocket companion.
Slaves to data transmission,
They can't be bothered to pull an earplug,
Can't spare a moment to glance about.
Listen to those birdies sing!
Observe that anvil plummeting!
What, no response? Oh, never mind.
Alienation for the sake of
Supposed sociability,
Fogs invading every mind, every furrow
Of busy-busy but idle brains--
These are collective wasted efforts, utter nonsense,
A pointless tail-chasing exercise.
I've had enough. I'm giving up.
Humanity's headed toward devastation,
A self-centered, multipronged implosion,
Singularity's masturbatory extreme,
Ego-indulgence without redemption.
Go ahead, schedule your suicides;
Just don't take along innocent others--
That would be your grossest error.