Steve Parkin
Bio
Songwriter & singer & backyard poet from Perth in Western Australia.
Stories (14/0)
Two Thousand and Thirteen
you don’t exist just smoke failing to attach a human face delete delete delete delete too late too late your soul updated by the nanosecond, in countless, unrestricted and indiscriminately intrusive bytes. A brief life in algorithmically selected bullets spat out in requisite tone. Cherry pickin’ and acceptably applicable for legal use (subscription necessary) Our human existence reduced to mail order purchases and ancient posts from your venting troubled teen time, taken out-of-context and pedantically puked online by bored and spiteful never-was-es hunched over laptops in order to triumphantly decry to other luddites who can’t spell, missed the whole ‘comprehension’ thing at primary school and devoid of humour and irony. thousand idle, candidly capitalist, indifferently injurious corporate servers in your state, country, planet, and in the New World IoE rolling out to vice-captains of increasingly frantic, desperate industry.
By Steve Parkin3 years ago in Poets
