The Ills Of The Internet

John Horan
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read

The ills of the internet

Are seeping into me

The internet’s slogan should be

‘Unleash your inner asshole’


Anonymous and carefree

Avenge your pain on the world

Cynicism seems smart

And picking on the weak

Pragmatic


Who cares who you hurt?

That’s the taste of victory

There are no humans in porn

The bodies are meat free

Just another hit

And we’ll be alright


A little bit of hate

And we can all unite

Burning down some life

But baby we’re justified


Truth is

We’re all alone here

Stripped of our humanity

Porn for personalities

And mean now

Hungry for prey.


Like my poems? Check out my novel A Vagrant At The House Of Love.

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

John Horan

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Writer of novels, scripts and poems. Teaches meditation. Thinks too much. sleepyjach@gmail.com

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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