Trojan

They made a Trojan,

A gift, a boon,

Small, handheld

Portable, always there

 

We feed on it

But we are the ones being fed

Instant adoration

Perfect, tailored products

Propaganda, outrage

Dreams and bragging rights

 

But it is no connector

It is a sharp wedge, an insulator, divider and conqueror

Prying and vying for our attention

Driven by the need for consumer retention

Unfettered, raw corporate greed

A dark, racing steed

It strives for singularity

And erasure of our individuality

 

The cyberterrorist plot

Ties our neural networks in a knot

And into the soft and tender flesh

The leech makes its nest,

Plugs in, bites down with blue teeth.

Hijacks our myelin sheaths.

 

We lose control and intertwine

Unwittingly combine

Into an insidious asymmetry

Into a harnessing of our minds and our thoughts.

No prayers will save us

As the techno-oligarch bosses enslave us.

We used the cow for our beurre blanc sauces

Our buttered bread, our brie

And ironically, or perhaps inevitably

We are

the cow,

What is ours  – systematically stolen

We are

For infinite hours

Jacked up and systematically strapped in

And every. Last. Drop

Will be sucked dry.

 

So switch off