Old man
yes, we hear you
every niggling detail
it used to be about X
but now it's about Y
yells
about X
and he doesn't like
the internet
where it has gone
at
the moment
in his car
it used to be
food, shelter
and a broadband connection
but now that doesn't
seem to satisfy
as the tortured veins
repurposed as arteries
moved from the leg
to the heart
slowly close back down
the internet
is not the place
of glory and kindness and free exchange
of ideas
old man asks
hates to ask
for money
and in spite of evil internet
has a wishlist on Amazon
where he directs those
who do not care to donate
through apple pay
he is no longer allowed on
Go Fund Me
soon there will just be
cloud
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: magnitude.
The magnitude of trivia on the internet.
A very good poem
Thank you.
Great piece – the tragic contrast between the failing human body and the cold absurdity of surviving on an internet we despise ๐
Thank you so much!
You are welcome ๐
I think I saw his brother on the Boston Common last week.