Oh Glorified Oogle! Oh Squeegee Bum god!

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Oh when the gods of antiquity
Finally
recede
And the new gods of technology
Ultimately
supersede
There's going to be a need for
some continuity
Will that come in the form
of patriarchy?

Good god Google
I've been gored
by all these snoring hordes
with their boring swords
with all their higher lords
and their lesser forms
Squeegee bums cleaning Ouija boards
with their deviations and norms

Good god Google
We've implored
of all these dying lords
quit damming e-fjords
It's time we cut these chords
Stop asking everything
of the Good god Google
glorified oogle
bearded white man in the sky

Quantifying everything
Qualitative nipple ring
Ringing the bar belles from on high
Tattooing the zoo critters
Snort an instant gram of twitters
The booking of
my face
no longer happens at
mice pace

Oh,
Suicide gulls
Jesus Livingston Seagull
Oh,
Choose a sighed world
Choose to use a new hemisphere

Do you not see the blemish here?
Are you not feeling phlegmish, Dear?
When you've swum in their ocean
or knelt with devotion
or breathed in their air

It puts the lotion in the basket
and cuts the wood for its own casket
Orbs wreathed in despair from on high

Tattooing the zoo critters
Snort an instant gram of twitters
The booking of
my face
no longer happens at
mice pace

So,
Move aside, boys
There is nothing to see/hear
There is nothing to be here
'cept maybe to be queer

Oh,
Do you not see the blemish here?
Are we in separate hemispheres?
Divided by oceans
choking on honed devotions
or breathing their air

It puts the lotion in the basket
Carts the wood for its own casket
Port of call in despair