I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Google
why remember anything
when you can just google it.
Google love google sex google sexuality
google how do I know I am straight?
cause I google the curve of a woman
yet I have the sensitivities of a gay man.
Google how do I know I am a poet?
I spend so much time googling for these curves where do I get the time for the cursive of
My muse and my libido should get together and fuck out some sonnets some time.
Who is the lesser poet, the poet who sees but does not write
or the one who writes but does not see?
I’m sure you’ll get your answer.