I Don’t Like It

I can’t keep up,

I have no clue as to who you are,

what the fuck do you want,

I don’t follow, I shall not subscribe, unless I know you

stand for non-GMO content with ethically sourced thoughts

meant to create, bend, and destroy the normal,

monetized high fever pitches wallowing in the sunken

quagmire known as fee, foe, fem-fatale capitalistic free standing

algorithmic absurdities marketed to the impressionable,

young, indebted, and broke,

flat out,

I can’t keep up,

I don’t know what the next trend is, where it came from,

where it will lead, in a sea of a trillion voices masquerading as truth,

power, struggle, masses, populating at the speed of light,

and then some,

how the fuck should I know,

but I was hoping that you might be able to leave me alone,

all ye that markets,

please scrape my sanity from the jar on your way out,

you know, so long as it’s not too much trouble