When You No longer Serve Us
- annloftus59
- 16 hours ago
- 1 min read
When I eventually realised
I can unsubscribe
I will endeavour to do so
No longer invest in illusions
Packaged to perfection
Unmet expectations that
No longer serve us
Content created
Targeted at us by bots
Tiresome so Tiresome
Yet we bite again and again
United with reality
No philosophy
What philosophy
Why oh why I still wonder
Written on my heart and brain
Questions and endless
Rubbish
That fail to entertain
Like before
The endless distraction
Useless content a barrage of shitification
As I scroll
Doom and gloom of the half hour
Of winters eve
And beyond