This is happy serfdom, friend.
The medium is the message,
Dial me a cliche.
Call it virtual defeat.
Yeah, man I'm beat.
Thanks again for shuffling by,
your profile is complete.
Out on Surveillance Streeet.
Cut and paste here,
Wank and spunk there,
If you haven't staked your claim in cyberspace, then you are nowhere, pal.
As far as poetry goes, he had his moments.
Last I heard of Gartland, he was wired to Elon Musk's Deep Mind interface.
'But I only wanted to beta test the Star Link for low latency internet'.
'You are ours now,' said Elon who suggested he read the T's and C's. Then he started up the AI 'Alogoterrific Machine (AIAM), also known as Deep MInd, with the Poet Noir connected to it by teethers that were connected to nerve endings of his brain. It only took a penny size hole drilled into his skull, 'to reach the brain matter,' explained Musk.
'No, not a mental lobotomy.' SCREAMED!!!! Gartland.
'Too late,' said Musk and I can PLAY THIS GAME TOO!!!!, adding as an almost forgotten footnote, 'half your brain cells are fried just from smoking marijuana.'
'And no,' said Musk, who countered another dumb Gartland statement, 'it doesn't make you write better.'
