And Then as Farse

It was a dark and stormy Net. 
A Twitter feed explodes, 
Bluesky yawns above us,
TikTok tolls its last… again,
It tolls for you.
It trolls for you.

Oh, I mean X. 
It’s called ‘X’ now.
X marks the spot.

Or Rumble, is it? 
Rumble in the (Internet) Jungle?
Or Truth Social?
A Truth bomb?
A Social disease?
Neither truth nor social.

I can’t keep track of it all, anyway.

When all else fails, 
Fail some more.
You’ve got it in you.
Somebody did something,
Or something happened to someone on the other side of the world.

A Celebrity is Born.

Everything is outrage,
Everybody gets it wrong… 
Noone gets it right…
And those few who do get it right go insane with irrelevance.

Why have something right when you can have it served up salacious?

Maybe an actor got a hangnail and slapped someone.
Maybe a politician lied about something. 
Maybe a war started…
Or ended.
Maybe a chesty woman whored for Madison Avenue.
What was her name again?
She has a name?

Why have virtue when you can have virtual?

Maybe the next, new ideology came along,
And you’re gonna miss out if you DON’T. ACT. NOW!

Now, that WOULD be new.

Yawn.

Someone named Busty (Bossy? Boosty?) beams in anticipation.
Yadda, yadda, yadda.
X twitches uncontrollably from the lips of her anus.
She kisses the sky with it….
Then gets disinterested.
Her anus marches on…
And storms out, cold, lonely and hungry for something else.
Something new.

No, something NEW!

15 microseconds of fame go by so quickly.
Step right up,
Come on in,
Fall right off.

The Net is a visceral beast,
The Monster from the Id.
Another woke prophet is born of agony,
Baptized in fear,
Martyred by flames,
Dismissed with ignominy.

The masses wait in anticipation…
And dread…
Then disinterest.
What, you’re still here?
What, me worry?

Facebook explodes with pictures of Hitler kitties in Vladimir Putin’s lap.
And even worse images.
Everyone is amused,
And outraged,
And…

A Celebrity dies.

What is it we are supposed to feel now?
I forget.
Tell me, Internet. For I am Dorothy, the Small and Meek,
Can I look behind the curtain?

AI wets its virtual lips.
Elon puts cow chips in our brains,
For our own good,
The ultimate bait and switch.
Non-sequitured, nonplussed, and nonsensed.

Nobody notices.
A star is born.
A civilization dies.
We are all impressed…
Or not.

Then bored.

“The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.”

The Second Fall comes and nobody notices.
Bring on the lions.

We are the Captains of Disinformation and Disillusionment.