I strongly suspect that our impulse to seek technological solutions to virtually every human problem in lieu of applying ancient wisdom acquired through millennia of human experience will be our undoing. This is worsened by our apparent addiction to manufactured novelty and a penchant to control one another through debt slavery and poverty. I suspect and fear that this human divide — campiness if you will — is preaching to acquire. Thus, this poem:
Drowning in Technological Solutions — Owed to Novelty and Debt
They had
Lived
Well
For thousands of generations
They never new
Too miss
Never owed
Too be stuck
Downing solutions
To no end
Every quandary creating more
And indelibly less
Air miss takin’
In their collective ooze and oz
And empty incite
Awe ready
Going daze without
Giving
A shit
And sow readily poo poo
An other’s tech no wizardry
As erstwile magic
And ever news weighs
Subjected to objects
As get along wile
That is
A remarkable occasion
Soully when lose it
A back woulds hollar
I object!
Witch
First of all
Lasts
Mirrorly an instant
Just a moment
Un-till you
Real lies
Luxuries that can’t be lived
Without
And necessities that can’t be lived
With
The product of novelty and debt
Only recalling
A specter
Of the best of the best
Possessed and repossessed
To your endless credit
Worse than occult
That silent in voice
Stairing you down
A basement
So posably corporate
And what tarries
Of ancient wisdom
So long
Fore gotten
