My Web 2.0 Poem
Plump digital egos clash
such a very important discussion
bloated and sweaty amoral men stink uneclectic
giddy like intoxicated teenage girls drunk
with board-room fuck-party pride
unaware of privilege and distant thunder
pissing toxic-sweet wine-cooler VC cash
(more money than my hometown will ever be worth)
all over this muddy half-baked ivy league idea
(social phobia networking for pizza addicts?)
blogging the rush and relevance backpat
for this gossip hen stock-market clusterfuck
sycophantic walking adverts
clicks hung by heavy gold chain around crooked necks
startups pimped, face creams and plastic surgeons
inane ancient dongles, painted fire engine red
with nametags like "innovation"
call them web 2.0
my grandfather's blood still sits in soil
my father's hands bled for lumber
These new men
don't even know
what the fuck it is they sell