I dont wear shiny silver shades
or gray hooded sweat-shirts
but the menace of a blinking cursor
terrorizes another sagacious existence.
The crush of math and science is nothing new-
it scared me even as a child, when i snook into my
parents room to sleep on
new beige carpet. I had nightmares of Russia
and its tanks and planes and the red ants
fighting the black ants
and I can't remember who wins.
So hold onto your seats folks,
it may scare you more than
any stagnant pool of jesus.
Technology runs rampant.
Machines beget machines-
They're worse than bunnies!
Resist I tell you! Resist!
Cyberspace does not exist!
I will not answer the phone.
All these plastic beeping ringing things,
inputs and outputs, and
buttons and knobs,
what is this stuff for?
I can't say for sure, I'm no math-science bitch,
but it doesn't provide understanding.
It doesn't make meaning.
It creates chaos.
Especially when I get My hands on it.