This is overpowering, I’m running away,
Godzilla, sorry Mozilla, showed me most
graciously her favourite sites are Craigslist,
Yelp and Facebook – the very same site
which has been blocked by Squishguard
No beloved friends like Google, Yahoo or
New Scientist in sight, I shudder to think
what became of my old friend Dan Winter;
Facebook hates me, even refuses to open
at home where Squishguard does not exist
I’m in Internet prison it seems, my freedom
seriously curtailed - I’m only left with crackpot
letters to the President, I shudder when thinking
of them, when translating, sweat starts clouding
my brow, suffering from anxiety I know
This must be the Biblical End of Days; I don’t
fear death, only the manifold ways in which its
advent might be painful – like
burning or crucifixion…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem