Panopticon Parsley by Doug Stoothoff

When we look at the present strictures
We are a sad generation with happy pictures

After a frittering of eros
On the barren grounds of lack
I decided soundly
To take another tack

In response to his cold stare
I said it gets pretty funny
45 billion here, 45 billion there
And suddenly you're talking about real money

He related as I dolloped the pancake syrup
The morning after he'd flagellated his furry integument
That a hacker get together in Europe
You see is an un-assessed data environment

His concluding vision was prophetic
Media production orbiting
A star of memetic contagion
A cynical relation
To art and aesthetics
As something to bully around
Until we're back to reality
And we smack into the ground

If you find the present day alarming
When you wonder where the authentic
Antique rizz has gone
Consider that aura-farming
Is another great example of zoomer
Internalization of the panopticon

An added garnish like parsley
Imagining a third party judging you harshly
When you shake off the romantic haze
your actions are but a spectacle
For an imagined collective gaze
Where you make the needed wiggles

You don't need to be actually cool you see
You can just curate the required signals
When you're the right kind of fool
You simulate aura
Until simulation becomes reality
Like some opportunity cost sink

But chat what do you think

As regards immigration
For Schrodinger's assimilation
A fair amount of guilt is required
To stoke enough emotion
I tried to check
If the cat in the box was dead
But it busted ass for the ocean
As soon as the subsidies expired

I failed to convince him so i noped
He was the cock of the walk
And could talk the talk
And then one day
The man who invented the scissors statement
Broke his snippers on a rock
And i confessed to some abatement
Of my hopes

And then i started to wince
Because it was the first time in his life
That this dude missed an opportunity to mince

I thought i was about to die
When he said in all seriousness
The Wizard of Oz is a reverse harem isekai.

I tried to cheer him up anyway
And told him
Even if though for the moment
You feel like you're on the skids
Now that you have haters
It means that you're one of the cool kids

And then i had a realization which gave me pause
To earn the right to be a retard
You must first become genius enough
To reverse the damage you cause

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