chop! chop! chop!
Slippery sliding techno bits
Make their pathways through
Signal—chop, chop, chop!
A new way of thinking,
Maintaining happiness is
Of utmost priority.
To achieve
Everything must be stirred around
A bit, sometimes for whole minutes,
Taking on the characteristics
Of an hour’s worth of typical
Processing.
Signal—whirl, bust, chop!
Lanky tools strewn out
Like spaghetti are used
For the job, where buyer
And seller are all paid off
To achieve the same thing.
“Just be quiet,” they say.
“Don’t tell of it.” And again,
Signal—stretch, snap, whirl!
Ah-kat-chew! I sneeze,
Thinking fast again, for just
Seconds maybe. System relief.
A jump-start, back in motion.
This time, Signal—beep, bop, and groovin’!
I wake up, this time threatened by
Tiny midgets forming lines around me.
“Back to the spaghetti lines,” they say, where the
Chop, whirl, and bust of information
Slows me down.
Maintaining happiness is
Of utmost priority.
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Make their pathways through
Signal—chop, chop, chop!
A new way of thinking,
Maintaining happiness is
Of utmost priority.
To achieve
Everything must be stirred around
A bit, sometimes for whole minutes,
Taking on the characteristics
Of an hour’s worth of typical
Processing.
Signal—whirl, bust, chop!
Lanky tools strewn out
Like spaghetti are used
For the job, where buyer
And seller are all paid off
To achieve the same thing.
“Just be quiet,” they say.
“Don’t tell of it.” And again,
Signal—stretch, snap, whirl!
Ah-kat-chew! I sneeze,
Thinking fast again, for just
Seconds maybe. System relief.
A jump-start, back in motion.
This time, Signal—beep, bop, and groovin’!
I wake up, this time threatened by
Tiny midgets forming lines around me.
“Back to the spaghetti lines,” they say, where the
Chop, whirl, and bust of information
Slows me down.
Maintaining happiness is
Of utmost priority.
Back to Poetry Menu