My internet is a strange beast
A superior intelligence designed
to provoke and harass
With the ability to sense urgency and despair
it waits to pounce..
Signal Disconnected
My internet is a weapon of mass desolation
People in black suits are beginning to show interest
Scientists are working on an antidote, as we speak
People on the streets try to share my sadness
They humbly put away their smartphones
I smile politely, understandingly
My internet sometimes listens to romantic Nazi music
or watches octogenarian porn at half-speed
I’m think I’ll just change my name and run away