The Matrix for Dummies
My pseudo-life is a social graph
Of consumer accomplishments over
The time I have left to live.
It's a gently declining line
Like the daily Dow industrial,
Ending in a whimper.
(Turn your head and cough)
I want to speak of what's real,
But when I open my mouth
The only things that come out
Are flocks of seagulls and rainbows
And meaningless phrases.
Dust.
(Less than dust, disgust)
I retweet the clever bits of an
Inane existence in an effort
To feel alive. But it only feeds
The boredom that is my
Underachieving conformist life.
I am lame.
(Worse than emo cutting)
Maybe if I go offline and make
Some friends in real life
I can escape this sharade, or
Maybe I will just dissapear
From the radar of everyone who
Never really cared.
(Cyber-stalking myself)
In hindsight, it's all so clear,
I knew what I was getting into,
I knew what I needed to do.
But it's so much easier not to
And blame others for being
Exactly what I let myself become.
(Nothing)
Jacob Bishop
2010-05-07 00:00
