MYSPACE? WHOSE SPACE?

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i live life through my avatar
i'm another false representation
i shrink the world to fit my social circle
jailed in the internet-police station
and float adrift on the informatics sea
drowning me in what i think i'm supposed to be
they put me in electrical communication
but it's just another kind of alienation
click ok to store my information
autofill this form for me next time
repeat the passwords that get me past
the social police; make sure i'm always happy
customize my box and make
my commodity self-image feel at home.
they're playing with my emoticon emotions
rupert murdoch profits as i let myself be
controlled by drop-down boxes
listing all the roles i force myself to fit in,
freely choose to be my own special kind of slave
to pre-sorted categories, happy with the little coffin that they gave
me, just another free promotion as they smother me with ads
myspace: a free market for accumulating
fair-weather half-imaginary friends
approved or denied with a click;
everything is quite under control --
that makes the hit counter tick.
a perfect way keep me silent, glued into my seat,
looking for the people that i never go outside to meet;
instead i let my life become dependent on
the proper functioning of machines;
and then they crash as they were planned to do.
why buy into the brand new program version
of the same old exploitation
you're not an icon you're a changing, feeling cuddly human individual
crushed under the weight of the stars and their arrogance,
made into a lab rat in the system's experiment.
isn't there some more to you than what the system tells you to pretend that you are?
isn't there something that you can't express by the functions on the menu bar?
humanity is more than just a mass of numbers organized in binary code--
don't i know my dreams and urges aren't just files i can just upload?
but you know that we could manage
this whole world ourselves
and throw them off us.
let's just log off the system, log off the grid,
and claim for us a place for all of us to share
to communicate humanly
and openly and stare
the problems in the face,
without any kind of
mediations, free.