i’m sleeping with the internet
in the age of new technology
i’m sleeping with the internet
it’s the newest form of intimacy
the internet and i aren’t going steady
we’re just sleeping together
in the age of information
we’re all the other one has
the internet doesn’t love me
how could the internet do that?
there are hundreds,
thousands,
better than me
and the internet has it all
i just have the internet
and the internet has me
but i am not the internet
the internet holds power over me
i ache to learn more
to achieve more
to be more
and the internet aides and abets
i’m sleeping with the internet
i’m feeling miserable inside
but if the internet finds that out
i’ll be left alone
to rot
i’ll be stuck in the shell ive created
to please the internet
the shell’s my only comfort
besides the internet that is
but the internet’s been off lately
not quite as open,
or quick,
or frugal with information
the internet has many shells he must manage
it would be silly to assume that it’s only me
the age of information
brings everything to light
if everything we’ve ever wanted,
or desired,
or questioned,
was at the tip of our fingers,
we would never rest
and the internet knows this
he thrives in the age of information
little does he know
that if the internet is my downfall,
his downfall
is mine.
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