I love cellphones and all the new technology. So I did the most logical thing: write a hardcore song attacking it. I also had fun scribbling out the illustration which I will eventually vectorize. Hey…you know I speak the truth here. We should all get stored up in a warehouse like in The Matrix and live vicariously through MySpace.

No Tone

This is not a ringtone
On your teal blue phone
Get on an island with WiFi
And you know you’re home
Create your username
Of characters and dashes
Hide vicariously behind it
Every day you get more passive

On the platform or the train
Or the car or the bus
Strut your piercings and tats
But the truth is clear to us
You’re a number on a list
Which you probably chose
A dog collar in your color
You can smile while you choke

Post a picture of your partner
Whom you love ever so much
Keep your chats in a folder
Every virtual kiss and touch
The stud in your nose
Is attached to a chain
They’re pulling on it slowly
Sliding out your brain

June 4, 08