I Despise All These Puppeteers Pulling Our Web Strings Poem by Mark Heathcote

The world internet is vanishing before our very eyes
As we search within the confines of Google's goldfish bowl
Whose ever-tightening stranglehold defines what we see?
"I now despise the net"
I despise all these puppeteers pulling our web strings
Every result is now commercial property an advertisement.
It's an example of corruption at its hypocritical best
Pretending to have our best interests at heart
Pretending to be helpful an unbiased impartial friend
But ultimately preying on us all like some voracious shark
A snake that'd eat its own vacuous tail its own excrement
Just, so it can control another part of the information network.
The world web is now just a money siphoning oil sump
It's far from being the network highway of information.
All its potential to help humanity is devalued and controlled.
Its desecration to manipulate every living soul
But now the web is just a vacuous profiteering black hole.