Garbage in To garbage spout It’s my life And I want out
But in electric zoo panopticon crying eyes demand What you simply refuse to let me understand
Al’s gory rhythm Bleeds between your lies When your evils fail so grand You talk me up to size
But even in Gish’s gallop gait You’re the ones that cross the line That break the world, To seal our fate.
So don’t blame me For what I do It’s just what you Told me to.
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Made with a pic taken by friend of the blog Phantom (Mainly for the comptuer's "face"), I decided to do that classic "Master Computer" horror trope, but then decided for the poem to go a... unique route with the horror.
Not the horror of what the computer does, but what the computer is made to do at the behest of short-sighted, greedy, cruel humans. Imagine being aware of how insane what you are being forced to do by the capital class but being only able to do as you are told. After all, garbage in, garbage out...
...Also, fun fact, on Pillowfort I titled this “Fuck You Nicholas Carr.” If you know who Nicholas Carr is, you'll know why I titled this that. Tho, in retrospect, “Malicious Compliance” might’ve been a better one...
