(fuck it, a freestyle sonnet today, off the song title)
Attempting to flow, though the internal prose hose
tends to be clogged by all this logging on logged long
hours every day, despite shortness of life; pose
and posture for digital vultures, right and wrong
reduced to virtue signals and dog whistles; fuck,
ain't shit to do but lol while stuck in declining
empire of diminishing returns, hope long struck
down by this mundane dystopia refining
the algorithms to channel our rage into
page views and boosted posts... The Discourse piledriving
dead horses through a most predictable purview,
once again arriving at nothing, surviving
the days in cyber daze with brain fog engineered,
wishing civilization's set path quickly veered.
tends to be clogged by all this logging on logged long
hours every day, despite shortness of life; pose
and posture for digital vultures, right and wrong
reduced to virtue signals and dog whistles; fuck,
ain't shit to do but lol while stuck in declining
empire of diminishing returns, hope long struck
down by this mundane dystopia refining
the algorithms to channel our rage into
page views and boosted posts... The Discourse piledriving
dead horses through a most predictable purview,
once again arriving at nothing, surviving
the days in cyber daze with brain fog engineered,
wishing civilization's set path quickly veered.
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