Blow Up Your Computer

by Dave Deyette - Connecticut

Last night, I dreamt of a world that does not exist,

has not existed, and shall never exist; a world perpetually at rest, moving forward

in the idea that lights are to be shone brightly, 

and not controlled and manipulated for an exorbitant fee.

There are six billion minds being wasted on this earth,

so we should all relocate to another, that we can truly see

all the lives gone to hell in the center of your internet service provider’s hearth.

We are evolving, we have made great strides, we have advanced

into a pile of inorganic mush, and it has become fashionable to feed off of machines

of our own design, call them companions, and wonder why people these days are so full of shit.

Last night, I dreamt of a world that does not exist,

not quite yet, anyway, not until the earth can pull its head out of its PC.

Has it come to your attention that your library can teach you things

you would have never fathomed before, and now it can all be conveniently placed on a microchip?

Good, now I don’t have to drive a mile and a half to learn about carpal tunnel syndrome.

Now I can finally look back at my life and sigh at the 16 years I’ve dissipated,

so much intellectual infotainment inforgasm I can easily get in the walls of my own home,

so many piles of bits that, unbeknownst to me, have been surreptitiously bated.

Someone...way before the electronic age said that life is one big lie.

Where else could you see a 47-year-old man masquerade as a blonde 15-year-old girl

with a big bust?

Life is one big lie, one big computer monitor that masks your perception of truth and trust.

Last night, I dreamt of a world that doesn’t exist, has never existed, and shall never exist.

If you want a new world, get up out of your swivel chair, blow up your computer,

let that light be shone.

You shouldn’t be scared, because everyone that’s online is just like you:

desolate, freezing cold, technologically fed, and alone.