tiktok? pfah!
i’m a youtube plumber,
i fix leaky brains
with wrenches made of silence.

you?
maybe!
a blind watchmaker
who tripped over truth
and now won’t stop yelling about it.
i could be wrong!
and the opposite is
applied
only to "me ...!! lol!!"

ohhh, you and me,
two cows in the field,
but no tags on our ears!
just mud and defiance.

moo at the dunning kruger ranchers!
they wave their spreadsheets,
"productivity!
hustle!
and bootstrap yourself
metrics!"
you know!
we eat grass and laugh.

elon tweets; we dig holes to china.
not to escape, just to see if it’s possible.
zuck builds his cartoon-ish
dream,
the metaverse;
we lick virtual trees and call it art.

this poem is may seem
to be dumb!
who cares?
like a fox playing dead.
you thought i was not paying attention?
i mapped
cow ranches in rhymes.
chicken in fences
in memes, themes and gaga bio-algorithms
bought to you with a heavy light beam
of light wight rimes.