The price of the future

Exist in the existential 

the crisis governed by tech giants and moguls 

quantum computing 

rooting for data 

Something that hates you and 

our essence 

more despised than a unlucky pheasant 

about to be killed

we are the working class poor and disabled 

checkmated in the game and despised because we are mentally ill

In the wrong way 

depressed and anxious 

rather than Sadomasochists with a superficial superiority complex 

who sit with the latest tech 

in their mansions 

taking their chances all too soon

from us and causing us gloom

entering our digital tomb

where there’s no room

for our slave driven mindset ways

other than to serve the corporations and billionaires 

the ones who say empathy is death and decay 

and pray for our demise

hit with no surprise 

this is the price we pay 

for our dystopian future 

no one wants 

hidden by computer fonts 

and AI

our overlords

who hoard wealth and knowledge like weapons

and fuck us with digital strap ons.

Grumpa (about a Grumpy Grandfather)

Grumpa

Sitting in your old arm chair,

With a devil may care,

Attitude.

Talking about the ingratitude

Of youth.

Watching TV,

Eating microwaveable meals,

Grumpa,

I still love you,

I remember the times when I was young,

and you helped me,

when I was stung,

by a wasp,

or fell over.

Life is hard,

it makes you,

grumpy and 

lonely,

Please think of the things you’ve shown me,

Rather than talking about the things that make you despair

I know behind the passive aggression you still care,

I know I sometimes take the Mick,

But really Grumpa,

I can see all your tricks,

There is still, to my surprise,

magic behind those eyes,

And bedtime stories waiting to be read.

Grumpa, 

Don’t lose the thread 

We all need a grandfather like you,

For you have all the experience,

You will know what to do!