a poem inspired by glitchore that will age poorly probably

Fingertips click a desperate breakbeat as eyes glaze over in blue light baptism please overwhelm me Binary jungle, you glowing cesspit through the clipping curtain echoes a choir of post-post ironic agoraphobics. Dopamine is a myth, an expired meme deemed mega cringe Let the file rot into informational abscess Here we all wait before Heaven's blockchained gate tired of partaking into a satire so removed from a cogent solution, It is simply void. Here is coldest oblivion in this stupid cyborg machine, but the world is so Y2K heat death-core Whatever that means It turned a generation made us abandonware Just to feed us nostalgia for times when we would bother to care.