Binaries - Poem by Bera Tremoz
There is no point racketing in the Matrix
Friends are obsolete, Emotions?
Forbidden. Numbers? Asexual,
Your closest ones are one click too far.
Mere Life is recalculated,
Your actions rounded and saturated,
Forget about changing, just press recharge,
Your Li-Ion batteries are running out fast.
Mass blogs and art spoken bots,
Under heavy rain will make you fret,
You shoot, shoot and shoot,
No one really cares but the CCD.
They censor and talk about free will,
Goto class and goto MyComputer,
Where they exercise their rights
As digital bitches of their own domain.
Maim and destroy is what keeps them alive,
You complain, but you pay,
You work for the vultures to stay,
Talk to talk! Gag to die!
Lie all you want, number 667/1-A
The delet button is a breeze away,
While the migraines clobber my bitter balls,
Yours will be drenched with oil and tar.
Live according to your calculations,
AK47 your dreams and your masturbations,
Confine yourself to C++ nothing more,
Then what you have been created for.
Exiting your End,
Ending my daydreams,
While I laugh at your epic vacuum.
I? I am going nowhere. One day at a time.
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