Posted in eavesdrop, Poetry

sentiment analysis

I spend a lot of time weeping
about all of the megafauna that have died.

My friends don’t understand.

They think this dystopian
robot aesthetic we’re headed towards
is just fine; there’s bound to be collateral
when you’re trying to find a more efficient way to make breakfast sausages.

I feel as though the information age is polluting everyone
with a strange sense of values, like disdain
for reptiles and a belief in the American two party system.
I guess that’s why I’m so interested
in sentiment analysis: it’s a really organized way
to represent all the fucked up little things
our hearts really desire.



Trying to find the right words.

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