The Selfcleaning World

stories & images from a world on the edge..

Tag: poem

Is this Social?

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They want your image  they want your soul  as much as you can give  they’ll take it all

They want information   they want consent   monetizing us   down to the last cent

Like we’re just products lined up on a shelf   a piece of meat   cut and paste yourself

Inside out   we’ve been swallowed whole   identities merging   we’re getting sold

 

Feeding the machines  replacing skin with glass  we’re raising imitations  Is this social?

How many friends   can you pretend to have   and what’s your status   Is this social?

 

Reject their probing eyes   their sucking needle lies   keep some of it inside

 

They’re tracking tendencies averaging us out if we could disappear we’d find a way out

Consuming the consumers   the pitchman is fake

he swallows his own tail   he is a walking snake

 

Eyes stapled to a screen  their minds all gone   do you want that   just another Replicon

Manufacturing a sense of belonging   but we don’t need them to tell us who we are

 

Listen to the song ‘Is this Social’ by Destroy Clocks here:

http://destroyclocks.bandcamp.com/track/is-this-social

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Come what may

 

Wheel of Fortune

 

We all ride the wheel of life.  Some of us are at the edge.

Does fortune, misfortune, karma pervade?  Or is it just a physics of spinning balls, frictions, chance forces?

Around and around.

Who set the wheel spinning?

Dagger thrower, water bearer, wagoneer, wizened elder, vigilante, searcher, crime scene investigator.

What we must do,

come what may.