Cognizant Garbage

By, Sandra Monday originally written in 2004 but revised 2018

Smartphones are cold leeches

Feeding off everyone’s life force,

Transforming people into faceless creatures

With data packets instead of neurons, emojis replacing feelings,

Minds powered with soulless batteries; empty Dadaistic semaphore

Autistic repetition stunted by the syntax of machines.

The tin man with no heart stumbles drunkenly down the yellow brick road because

He wants to find the Wizard who will give him a brain;

Instead of this technocracy of the suicide net Apple body snatchers.

Modern life is fitted for those with no passion,

Walking cadavers, psychic vampires that avoid the Light

Unable to grow they lack the organic chlorophyll to feel

They glow yellow in the quagmire

Iridescent fishes in the abyss.

Modern life is a stroller for a smelly dog, instead of a pink faced baby, pushed by a blue haired overweight lesbian.

Modern life is walking into a coffee house where people used to converse and play chess;

But now they all stare at their phones like nobody’s home.

Modern life is a prison gray windowless Amazon fulfillment center

Built on the backs of millions of Microserfs.

Modern life is without frontiers made up only of boundaries and restrictions on the human spirit.

Cookie cut out personalities posting empty platitudes on anti-social media.

Modern life extracts ultra-violence from the impotent anti-fa soy boy;

Having more of an urge to kill than love,

But rendered too useless,

To do either very well.