Sinicon Valley

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“have corrupted themselves”  ~ King James Version

We worship, tranced, around the golden calf,

The Web, AI, and now are in its wide

Dunes, desert wastes, have handed over half

Our minds and hearts.  We use it as our guide

Along chipped sands.  We do not know that shores

Of Dead Sea salt await us.  Death awaits,

From brain death first, and then we let the whores

(Pornography’s and plagiarism’s weights)

Press down upon our chests and crush away

Hot human blood:  our genitals take hold.

Our iPhone minds cause reasoning’s decay.

We give up life while bowing down to gold.

  We think that golden calf will help us win.

    We’re lost, though, in the Wilderness of Sin.