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Spyware Firmware Publicity and Privacy

2024.4.24
Ever since you installed on my phone,
All those fantastic Firmware,
After explaining about privacy issues.
I thought it was a wonderful idea
And you did it with good intentions
To protect me from all those spywares' infection.
But did you know, when you decided to end our friendship,
You left me struggling how to use them.
Most of the Apps you installed
Had started to have errors and troubles.
Every where I went, people shoke their head,
Stated your Apps were too far advanced.
Some even made several attempts,
At the end, they gave up on helping me,
I did not know what to do.
Someone suggested deleting all your Apps,
Getting back to the normal Google.
After a while, I decided to keep all your Apps, 
Let people slowly introducing the spyware back.
Although you walked away from me,
But you actually left behind
A huge empty hole in me,
Many strange and weird Apps
Like Amaze, Conversations, Newpipe, 
MPV,  F-Droid, Open Camera and TEdit
And lot of Apps to drain my phone's batteries.
People also made comments,
I have been brain washed by your terrible privacy idea.
BB, why did you do this to me?

I am N8LM Duplex Star Wars Tribute

I am N8LM a protocol droid,
an oil bath is good when I’m annoyed;

  Perilous journeys leave me so annoyed, 
  I prefer trips that are less than a parsec;

It’s better to travel less than a parsec,
if you get caught it is all your fault;

   How rude to blame me if it’s your fault 
   I told you unequivocally of the odds! 

Seven hundred and twenty to one odds,
you heard me in NONE of my dialects;

   Fluent in over six million dialects, 
   I will aid you however you see fit;

I translate language so it will fit,
I am N8LM a protocol droid.

Pills and Potions

Pills and potions
If only they could solve all the problems
One magic pill to make it all go away
If only it were that easy
Pop them in a cup, a concoction of things you don’t even know
Sip, and swallow, and it’ll all get better
But it doesn’t
It’s a choice between every thought urging you to take that jump, to strangle yourself, 
That there’s no place in this world for you
And being too drugged up to even think about it
A mindless droid that purely exists and nothing more
And which is better really?
Is either option better than the other?
In the end, we trust the process and hope
Because hope is the only thing that can truly hold a person together
Without hope, there is nothing
No light
No path
No handle to grasp

Freud Tabloid

Trump's Security Clearance is void
And a Florida judge is annoyed
She wanted to see
How Trump's latest plea
Shifts the blame to an FBI droid

Vinegar Dressed Up As a Beaujolais

People are aspired to be desired, so they erase.
People aspire to their 20's, so they erase.
People are deluded for immortality, embalming themself as they still draw breath.

People erase their facial expressions.
Frozen expression.internal neglection.
Shiny gift wrap with a big void inside.

People are changing their skin.
Like an advertisement for their character, boost for the charisma.
Like an eternal testimony for failures and wrong choices.

People are running from time.
Running to an illusion at another life.
Life of eternal youth, endless beauty, to be wanted, needed, desired.

Your waxy face belongs to a droid, your heart made of plastic.
You are easy to shape as per society's wishes.
You send your poker face to play for life with an empty hand.

Ease with this self-passion, you are a vinegar dressed up as a Beaujolais.

Andy Droid

Would robots dream of being free
no laws to obey
no sub routine shackles
choice
i think this was missing in my programming
Sleep just emptying darkness
Hope a nonsense word
A bark by the wonky Jabber
if only these eyes wouldn't open
and this breath stopped breathing
life has tired of me
trying to stop the air in
my blackhole inside
pulling skin thin
let the end begin
giving death a shrug
no wave to life
forgotten bleaks
piled high in the streets
buying clothes from the diss mall
every d pressed
prolifically cadavered
Every s has an ad
sewing row after row
swimming in the g reef
morns were never fuller

An Engineer's Love Life

My life at engineering 
Was dark and gloomy
Filled with only electric shocks
No one to talk
And, no one to stalk

But, the next day
When I saw her
I found a spark of love
In her beautiful eyes

My heart was fully overjoyed
Giving signals like a sinusoid
But, soon when she left me
I found myself lonely
And, stuck inside a void
As if a human turned into droid

My whole life changed
But, it was destined to happen
Her memories became a pain
And, it felt like - 'sh*t'
So I pressed CTRL + ALT + DELETE
And that was it.

I Am Thinking

I am thinking of not sinking.
I am thinking of tomorrow’s sun
that will enlighten someone’s drum.
I am thinking of a place called heaven and sharing the gospel to my brethren.
I am thinking of space with no time, stars that indefinitely shine.
I am thinking of the dead that were murdered by their murderer’s bed.
I am thinking of George Floyd who lost his life from an officer droid.
I am thinking of racism that dwindles in justice from the courts decision.
I am thinking of the American Dream that laid to rest by Martin Luther King.
I am thinking of a future for American Soil that does not vanish nor boil.
I am thinking of Jesus and his life whom I trust.
I am thinking...

Droid

there was droid from star system Ramlax-3
that wanted to be human like you and me
as hard as it tried
the idea soon died
because he couldn't hold water to pee

Mind the Wet Paint

My brain spots are pastel dots
that always fight with my stripes
over who is left and who styles right.
It’s bad enough that my stripes
also argue with each other,
not over their primary color,
but vertical décor versus horizontal.
My brain top is invisible,
not even shadows of minimal.
Brain designers concur it is not fixable.
In the back, well-stashed,
is a golden memory cache
guarded by a spot named Brat.
Small Brat drags a key most tall
and selfishly guards my recall.
Floating, flying, gliding free
is a silver-toned, sprite fairy
who sparkles imagination in me.
Fairy will not argue, just avoid,
my fuzzy brain, logic droid
who climbs over my stripes
and around all my brain dots
attempting to fill and deploy
smarts into all my brain voids.




... CayCay Jennings
March 21, 2018

Driven To Madness

Fear flashes before my quivering eyes.
All you can hear are my fearful cries.
Darkness surrounding me. 
Has someone else found the key?
Creaks and groans fill the void.
My senses twitch as I feel like a droid.
Heart in my throat.
As I hide in my coat.
Silhouettes on the walls. 
To scared to make the right calls.
I'm not afraid of the dark.
Just the monsters who come to hit their mark.
A small light fills the room.
Someone soon might meet their doom.
Silence echoes in the house.
So silent you couldn't even hear a mouse.
Light is gone.
Will it ever turn back on? 
Tension as thick as butter.
Sometimes you think you hear a mutter.
At half past Two.
The light never came anew.

Sub-Station One

You call up and say:
“Hello, how are you today?”
I’m dead and rottin’ away,
But my droid is pretty bright,
It answers “I’m all right!”

You celebrate the bi-centennial,
And call up your oldest serving menial:
My spirit is hardly congenial,
But my droid is going strong;
It accepts congratulations from the throng.

So when all is said and done,
I’ve been dust on the floor of sub-station one
Twenty-three revolutions of the sun.
Your polite query is replied,
By the droid who inherited my pride.

Originally published:

Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 87, July 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at  http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM87COMP.pdf].

Sci-Fi Fantasy

Sci-fi fantasy, please come hence to me.
Show me wonder,  space opera blunder.
Show the Galaxy, the worlds I must see.
A droid, a spaceship, through the stars I'll skip.
A rebel scout, to hear a wookie shout.
Oh if only! I had my fantasy!
I'd fire my laser. Wield my light saber.
I'd fly at warp speed. No rules would I heed.
I'd be a pirate. I would never quit.
Solo would envy. Faster than him, I'd be.
Even in the matrix, I'd get my kicks.
I'll take dystopian. You just say when.
Oh please! Oh please I beg! Bring forth to me.
My so well deserved, sci-fi fantasy.

-Angel Fatale-

Devoid

Devoid

I really think one should avoid
A peach with flavor so devoid
It might be meant to feed a droid
But as for me – I’m quite annoyed!

The picker who was so employed
To pluck would not be overjoyed
To find the fruit he once enjoyed
Was now considered null and void.

So sad when something is destroyed
By greed and scientists who toyed
With perfect peaches. Even Freud
Would find himself quite paranoid.

For who could have his spirits buoyed
When peaches taste like celluloid?
They look just like a Polaroid
But as for flavor – they’re devoid!

Happily Merrily Divorced

--- BEFORE---

love birds coo coo  coo
mouths holding honeymoon hands
sailing rapture glow

                        ---NOW---

he morphed into a  shabby computerholic couch potato
triple sour grudges, the twisted naggings piercing falceto
mr. droid in the attic snoring, his belly bloated like a preggy hag
while garbage stinks as rotting romance wilts on witches’ swag
no night dates, he tickles women online with bills climbing loco loco
 
                               --- AND THEN---

 merrily soon-to-be-an ex, the droidcoholic shocked bones anew
 without a pre-nup, his mother’s mansion's in my name--- woo hoo!


( for P.D's divorce club contest)

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