New poem: Small World Theory
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Small World Theory
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2023-01-23
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The little graphs on my phone
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show that web traffic has slowed,
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that whoever's been attacking
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my far-away digital home
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hasn't yet chosen to leave me alone.
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Have you ever heard
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of the Small World
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Theory?
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Let me explain it quick.
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It's rather easy.
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The premise is that,
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even though there are just shy
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of eight billion people on this planet wide,
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on both sides
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of the hardware
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software
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OSI layer
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divide,
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the network is smaller than such a high
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number leads
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one to believe.
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So either
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these past months I've been popular
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even without the referers
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to back the numbers
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up
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(the people have to come from *somewhere*)
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or I've been too passionate in my love
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and I caught the hateful eye
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of someone who would rather I shrivel up and die.
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But then why choose me?
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Is it because I look easy
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to take down
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even though my whole life I've been finding workarounds?
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There's nothing that I'm selling,
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so financial harm can't be it.
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Is it just
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for evil fun?
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Just to stir up shit?
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It's certainly been disruptive.
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The Internet makes it look like
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there's millions who want my hide,
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but if I were to say my name
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to any real-world person I come across,
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they'd shrug their shoulders,
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say, "Who's that?" and then move on.
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I don't have any real fame,
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nor have I ever yearned
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for the fifteen minutes of public shaming be my turn.
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I'm not equipped to handle an existence
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where everything is under constant surveillance.
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I think a steady babbling stream
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is more my speed.
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Don't you agree,
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Jett?
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I'd like to sit at the shores
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of one of the rivers of Sablade
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with you, tucked away
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where nobody can hurt me anymore.
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Like a router only on for an hour a day.
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Get your outside business done
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and then we'll again shut the gates.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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