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Hack (Allen Ginsberg Tribute)
I’ve seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by Everquest.
Searching, with glare strained red myopic eyes,
flying aloft fiber optic spines,
liberated from the corporeal cells of your world
to become infinite, anonymous, living spirit!
Yet, in effect, motionless.
Locked in stasis,
frozen in front of screens
or behind the wheel.
Driven to distraction by playlists
on the way to jobs that promise nothing but the next paycheck.
And they give nothing in return,
save their bodies and their time,
or lives,
either way, it doesn’t matter, I want to take you in my arms,
squeeze out the pain,
wash away the stink of dirty blood,
teach you how to love.
But you’d probably be gone by sunrise,
taking with you what you could steal.
