Online unlounger digital fermentation
dish of forever dissent against whatever
you got - folks with wikipedic explanation
of expert opinions for you, which never
waver. Right and left middle fingers calloused by
keypads poke at each other, confident of rights;
digital nativity beliefs got 'em high
off a mighty naivete, creating blights
in real world, as sheltered poison culture expands
into public environment - we've become one
message board, under mod, plus gifs for which it stands,
indefatigable, with peace of mind for none.
Thus I walk, unscreened, through the old world - footsteps touch
actual ground below the clouds cybertrons clutch.
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