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My son’s name is Dylan, was country raised
in the hills of Wyoming where cattle graze,
helped on the ranch, but never felt fulfilled,
hated his hometown as teens often will.
But he ‘did his time’ until graduation,
went to college clear across the nation,
said by the best companies he’d be employed,
that he’d die rather than be a cowboy.
Now obviously this didn’t please me,
but I waved it off, he was but nineteen,
he immersed into college as young folks do,
bought into all the leftist clap-trap to.
He though protesting would do the trick,
solve everything he found ‘problematic,’
started smoking weed, raved ’bout ‘the man,’
even griped to me that you can’t ‘own land.’
Wouldn’t celebrate Christmas when he came home,
kept spouting slogans that just make you groan,
I sent him to learn, but he just annoyed,
he’d be better off had he stayed a cowboy.
Then he graduated to the real world,
employers cared not for protesting churls,
only got hired by a coffee shop,
where he contracted the damn hipster rot.
Pretentious preening, loved the obscure,
wore the strange clothes to show he was ‘pure,’
disparaged most music, such a killjoy,
he though that was better than a cowboy?
Even that was not his greatest mistake,
Hipster progressed into full-blown snowflake!
If you didn’t conform you deserved hate,
which he wrote up in online click-bait.
Harassed advertisers to silence ‘bad’ views,
your freedom meant nothing, he knew ‘the truth,’
any awful tactic he would deploy,
hard to believe he’d ever been a cowboy.
But minds in their twenties often are blind,
and Dylan’s allies came for him in time,
he said a ‘wrong’ word, took out of context,
before he could speak up his career was wrecked.
With no options left, he traveled back here,
I put him to work riding with the steers,
his sadness was heavy, his pride devoid
at the thought of becoming a cowboy...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Surfing the Cyber Sea without a life vest
hunting and pecking each key at best
nothing but a gyre of flotsam and jetsam
Charybdis as far as the eye can see
where once all was clean and pristine
now the dreaded AI rules the roost
with spam from unwanted advertisers
to give it an unneeded boost
culprits remaining nameless
hiding behind anonymity
who knows what they have in mind
but open the door and it's for sure
once they're in they'll rob you blind
Britain is known to have ruled the waves
at the height of its happy heyday
a worldwide web with a maritime domain
but come what may all empires fall
yet will this disinformation superhighway remain?
I never said the fish was that big,
just long enough for your surprise.
Yes, the sky did fall down once -
though not in ways you've come upon.
The art of the little white lie
is a Trojan horse disguised
to catch your attention.
To trick you to pose or question
what you'd never otherwise ask.
The lie, error or mistake,
flips the mind to correction,
demanding reparation.
It works a treat for advertisers
lecturers, presenters, debaters and charlatans.
It begs the question, demeans the ask-er,
but masters the magician's
conjuring tricks of deception.
A fool takes the bait,
a wise one casts acting the fool.
I shall become an influencer said the conniving Kardashian cat.
We thought it was hilarious; none thought much more than that.
What is your talent? We asked, temporarily forgetting that today.
You can become a billionaire without any at all in the USA.
I have not decided, she said, but I shall go on U-tube.
I shall speak into a camera, and show great fortitude.
I will be an influencer, I will raises money hither and you.
We thought this was hilarious, a little “beyond”.
The Kardashian cat was as good as her word.
She went on U-tube and was all kinds of absurd.
The advertisers began throwing money her way.
She earned a hundred thousand on her very first day.
I may have had a change of heart,
My daughter has Netflix and I have piggybacked on it,
And I value the indirect savings of,
Avoiding the adds and the temptations put in front of me,
To buy things I don't need and may never use,
It may even help my powers of conversation,
And memory retention,
It also keeps me off Facebook.
Can we still justify the money for publicly funded TV channels?
Here in NZ that are littered with ads tempting people who can't afford it,
To buy things they don't need and may never use,
Ending up with credit card debt at high interest,
Then unable to pay the rent,
Resulting in expectations of a govt top up,
Something worthy of discussion perhaps.
Note: We used to have a thing called a TV licence in NZ,
Which meant limited advertising,
But when people refused to pay their licence,
The advertisers saw their chance.
I wonder if those who refused to pay are regretting that now.
Reports they redact and hide
Experts who tried can’t chide
Appliance of science denied
Us all being taken for a ride
On some helter skelter slide
With no shelter in or outside
Swelter in this delta of snide
Fried by fake national pride
As the past & future collide
Know on us all have spied
Our secrets they have pried
Data for advertisers supplied
Time to choose your side
Surmise AI guys pie eyed
In Geneva should be tried
For war crimes can’t abide
Yes it is up to us to decide
To stop the slop of the tide
What term history’s applied
Call it genocide or ecocide?
Either way everything died !
At the karaoke bar, a group of close friends laugh,
Each brainless remark heightening their joys;
They drink to the brim as their boy sings off-tune,
“All You Need Is Love”, by the Beatles
'all you need is love'...stupid.
you need air and water and food.
no one NEEDS love... ive never had it.
never given love.
never been loved.
and im fine.
ive survived.
Her mother and father cherish her more than the world it seems,
Kneeling down beside their daughter, to pluck the dandelion,
Promising in this little public park her secret wish will come true;
It only takes an exhalation to send the fuzzy seeds into the air…
wishes by far are the biggest lie you can have…
a wish is nothing more than shattered dreams-
it is the unattainable promise, laughing in your face like a bully…
The public mall is bustling loud today…
Crazy girls with their bouncing bodies and bags,
Couples chatting away as they window shop
Advertisers stopping some, promising the world
i see so much...and so many…
i wonder if any can see me..
do they know im here?
do they care?
we [people] wander earth,
lost in ambitions and lust…
we care not for those around,
the lover, the child, or the stranger...
I walk a lonely road
Passing by many beautiful houses;
Settled for dinner, a family-curtain opens,
They all sit laughing, eating and enjoying each other
Happy...they are all so happy
Family, friends, lovers, children...
Everyone, except me...
lonely and angry and hateful, resentful...hurt.
i am nothing but a shadow to the world...
i am a loser
a burden
unwanted...
a throwaway...
A Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin
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Facebook and the Senate
By Franklin Price
4/10/2018
Facebook and the Senate that I have seen today
Make it so apparent that the swamp intends to stay.
The self important Senators, who have shown up for the day,
Are grilling Facebook's Zuckerberg in a misdirected way.
It's clear that they don't understand the way that Facebook works.
They huff and puff, but fail to hide, they're uneducated jerks.
Facebook forces no one to join the family.
To sign up without any charge, read and sign the privacy.
Set up any profile, that you want the world to see.
Be prepared for saturating ads. Facebook doesn't run for free.
Facebook doesn't sell your info. They don't have to, and here's why:
They direct ads demographically to users who will buy
Advertising's run this way, has been for countless days.
Facebook is no exception advertisers sing their praise
Some products you may feel and touch, some only for your mind.
No one's forcing you to buy them; the choice is yours, I think you'll find
Facebook is a company with programmers galore
Who can break down demographics, through software, AI and more.
No matter how hard Facebook tries, there are hackers at the door
Who can find out everything they do, find FB users by the score
If you don't want them to find you, don't be a user or a friend.
No matter what your efforts they will find you in the end.
I'm sure Facebook will do everything to keep you safe for now
They don't need some useless Senators to try to tell them how.
Fear had all but a few intrepid explorers in its icy grasp,
And even they not resisting the right of fear to,
Lord it over the land.
Things looked bleak indeed for the human race,
With all means of advertising at fear's beck and call,
Social media spreading fear faster than the plague.
Journalists no longer free to print without fear.
Real estate agents fearing lost sales,
Police and the courts in constant dis-pear,
With all the rest fearing to get out of bed in the morning
And fearing to go to bed at night.
All seemed lost,
With none prepared to go down the road of hope,
Love struggling to detect a steady heartbeat.
Then the unthinkable happened,
With no new people to frighten fear became bored,
And decided to have a field day.
With all communication under fear's control,
No one should have missed an invite.
Yet not a soul turned up on the day.
The women stayed away for fear of germs,
The men afraid to miss the sports play of the day,
The children afraid they might have to walk across the field.
Despite what you may read in your history book,
This was the true catalyst that turned the tide on fear,
And tore them free of its icy grasp,
So, they could become the force they are in the universe today.
When none turned up to the field day of fear,
The fear merchants with nothing to peddle on the day,
Went bankrupt,
The advertisers afraid of being sued slipped back into the ground,
Social media became social once more,
Journalists no longer resided in the gutter,
The real estate agents could not sell the field at any price.
And had to adjust their lifestyle,
The police and courts went back to serve the people,
Who now had a germ of an idea that fear could be conquered,
It was safe to walk across the field,
And watching the play of the day in real time was more fun.
As for fear,
It is still about,
And enjoying the healthy respect,
It is due,
Which is heart warming indeed for the future of the Human race,