#09 - Search Engine (Ghosts In The Machine) by Jersey D Gibson
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Feeling Lucky?
can't control the flow
Search More Results?
there isn't a place you can hide
(Brought up with 10,000 hits
these random data bits.
Freedom through scrutiny
paranoia and fallicy.)
yourname@yourdomain@yourdemise
heard a rumor that your soul was for sale on eBay
http://www.your-secrets-are-now-mine.com
p2p network all your information for free
When you dig, your hands get dirty,
there's no closet for your skeletons to hide.
Your search results have come back negative
for a safe place in this world to reside.
Would you like to work offline?
though you'd be crazy to think so
Worlds divide by the space of an electron
though you never see me, I am more real than you
(Some people say that we're left
with nothing substantual to hold.
Some people carry on, afraid that
our stories will never be told.)
Sign in as invisible
we know where to locate you
Would you like us to remember your name?
we've already downloaded your personal file
When you point and click,
you've accepted your fate.
When you agree to the privacy act,
you've agreed that you have none at all.
Searching to what makes us tick, or dream,
we're all just search engine hits for the ghosts in the machine...
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12/09/2007
Author's Note: the domcom bubble just popped again. hehehe
Posted on 12/09/2007 Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by A. Paige White on 01/16/13 at 09:45 PM The third stanza was the shiz.net as my son used to call it. Awesome material here. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/23/13 at 02:27 AM I'm a sucker for a poem about about computers, especially when they're as clever as this one, and how the osmosis between them and humanity moves back and forth. A+ for creativity, Jersey. |
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