Thursday, 9 November 2017

I have seen the best minds of my generation destroyed
        by start-ups, smug, hypocritical and sad,
dragging themselves through Palo Alto at dawn
        looking for a gruff VC,
headhunted hipsters burning for singularity
        and a half-day course in mindfulness,
who sat up for days in augmented wealth glugging on soylent
       sober on amaranth and the gluten-free jazz
       of dawn's abundant enema,
who bared their coy nipples to each other and to Elon
      in the half-arsed drag and TedX of a catered desert tent.

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