yank me

what’s that you say,

your internet connection

isn’t working today

no access to the porn

politics    body cams

bikini trends

can’t purchase more

dogecoin

can’t rent out your

cute little cottage

can’t post that poem

or retweet that tweet

how does it feel

to be you again

stripped of your fix

denied your sugar hit

yanked from the outlet

time to masturbate the mind

without a slo-mo close up

time to refrain from debate

time to realize unmonetized

smell that kitchen garbage 

and those six brown bananas

and the dog piss in the carpet

and your fourth-day underwear

between the flies and maggots

there’s a space to breathe

beyond Gates and Musk there

are riches to entertain

the Geek Squad folded while

your ISP raised its dividend

so you are now fucked

to put up with yourself 

undocumented

(Image art by Jilf on the4thwall.net)