I wuz
masturbating
to that new app that
came out
cuz when I’m dying
I wans sumz ones
to take my digital phone
and shove it down
my throat
to save me.
Tag: internet
It is after a great storm.
We were all washed away.
Even me.
“Me!” “Me!” “Me!”
Except digitally.
That is what’s left.
The oligarchs own.
The plebeians digitize.
“Me!” “Me!” “Me!”
The Influencers publish.
Go with me down to the store
in Barcelona
to get the whole seed mustard.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
novamartinpoetry.com 