Medium

 

Medium

 

You heard the medium is the message.

Who said that, what does it mean?

Getting confused with touchscreens

just because you're senile,

jabbing and fingering like an imbecile

at protected indium tin oxide

assuming that something will slide

up, or down, but touch is immutable,

and they call the shots.

Do you think you should adapt?

Imbibe any fucking shit

that is spouted forth by gibbering fools,

like liquid leaks in drips

from your over excited dick,

or ingested swimming pool scum

that laid you low because you gave it some.

They love it too, don’t they?

You know, you know, you know - it’s filler

all the time, thinking they’re killer,

nailing it, some sacred cow, some cross.

This morning, a power outage

and, guess what? There’s outrage,

shock, shock, horror, horror, shock, shock

at Heathrow: not a cut, not a fault,

nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

born of understatement,

just some blubbering moron in facepaint,

squawking like a vulture about

‘majorly concerning’, ‘hugely bothering’

or any other blockhead trope

borrowed from Facebook,

Instagram, Tik Tok, X,

flexing alack of attention in grammar class,

where they were a pain in the ass

and complained about detention.

Why, only this morning, after sex,

she only now in horror suspects,

her aged parents, inconvenienced,

not used to flying, but she’ll wait,

be there with her phone at the arrival gate,

where, even at their age,

they can avoid her like the plague,

Well, you’d hope so, wouldn’t you?

So, ultimately, you curse at screens,

but you can’t change anything,

not media bites, not toothless curs,

not the way their stretched skin,

is pegged back to resemble a jigged skull’s grin,

just try and wipe it from your mind:

use some toilet paper, borrow mine.