they are always watching us but you do not believe it

there is no one on the medium who believes we are being watched/ people are compliant/ they don’t want trouble/ they want to meet new friends and followers and friends and followers/ who in their right mind would want to watch all of this silliness/ and yet they do but why because all gods demand sacrifice that is how it works/ most people are too stupid to know when they have given up their freedom anyway/ and they call the internet the great looking forward when, in fact, the internet is a great looking back, and why is it do you suppose that the top sharks at google are adamant that they would never hire a poet as a historian whose job would be to look around and write in poetic form, like the iliad, the odyssey, were both a seeing back into time, written by a blind man/ the top sharks at google get it they really get it/ and the first person who would begin to question — well, everything — would be the poet bouncing off of google/

unless/

they hired a compliant one and you would find lots of those they’re a dime a dozen in chicago at the poetry foundation where poetry is more answers than questions ever asked/ and here’s the real ripper in this, they’re watching the poetry foundation, too/ because you never know where trouble may be coming from next and next and next/ i have a friend, a real friend, not a follower, you would never find him on the internet, although he’s there, but according to the terms and conditions of his parole, he can’t be anywhere around a computer much less the thirty-five he owns/ we call what he does a deep dredging/ which means about once a month he’ll hand me a list of anyone and everyone who has been hitting us on the internet — because we want to know we are looking for patterns, and the patterns are always there/

why would the bank of china be hitting us about once every hour, or oil companies in moscow who are not oil companies at all, to say nothing of the dod, and the weird one is the united states government agencies who are so stupid and arrogant, they are their own servers, which means they don’t even bother to hide themselves, they just come right in under their own names/ and when i talk about this shit on the internet itself, the watching watchers go into overdrive, and i can’t tell if i am supposed to be impressed or simply bent over for my prostate operation i am as compliant as anyone and do what i am told because what other choices do we have/

in our quest for friends and followers/ i would beg for forgiveness, but it would be useless, after all, we’re just the little people, and what can any of us little people do/ if we all just work hard day in and day out, like the medium tells us to do if we are to find success, we will have those huge groups of followers we are so anxious to bring home/ and when you are the great medium success you can be exonerated from being fundamentally irrelevant/ but not so irrelevant that no one is listening/

this is only a poem written by a blind idiot and as we all know, troy and agamemnon were never real/ most people in ancient greece were as powerless as we are but they had one thing we do not have and never will have and that would be poets who worked very hard at google because someone had to be around to tell the story of the trojan horse because it turned out — in all fictional accounts like this one — that troy was not quite so impregnable as a sturdy fortreess after all/ and if you think you are not worth listening to, that is exactly what they want you to think/