Taos Ahead, Next Three Exits

Bury my heart in trivia. Keep my mind stuck in minutia. The dam internet's a sham, designed to drive man, off the road into distraction. Keep me from knowing what is right, directed by detours to spite, the dam internet's a scam designed to drive man, off the road into distraction. Instant knowledge gains attention, knowledge without wit or wisdom. Human touch replaced by a mouse, human feelings contained, in house. conversation within glass fibers. Real replaced by sad virtuals. We keep the mass hunger sated. We keep thinking minds muted. Bread and circus work to perfection, novelties make roadkill of traditions. Real streets contain violence, racism, and malice, while we genocidists, well protected and free are now off on a spree down cyber route six sixty-six. Is this simply a lone luddite's lament, or someone's conscious coherent comment? I no longer know, reduced as I am, to hitchhiking through mist on a mantra. The dam internet's a sham, designed to drive man off the road into distraction.