Post Cultural Blues

You could never predict

That the future was so dumb

Technology surrounds us

To distract and to numb

You take your place

Unaware of all you've lost

Turn forever inwards

Without counting the cost

Now feelings are facts

New identities arrive by the day

Yet this unsettling nature

Is seductive and sweeps you away

No attention for those movies

These books look like no fun

What's the point of singing

When the songs have all been sung

Enragement is engagement

The lies are amazement

That's where your days went

And that divides you from me

Post millennial tension

That nobody mentions

Erodes their attention

To divine stupidity

Art, writing and music

They're no longer using

Which gave our lives meaning

That joie de vivre

Cultural abasement

No meaningful statement

Of shared acquaintance

That binds you to me

Now machine learning

Scrapes away at our humanity

Our total experience

Is condensed algorithmically

No need to improve

Or master your craft

When you're keywords away

From generating some art

Gone are the musicians

Who have already been played

Meanwhile the writer's words

Have been stolen from the page

It's too late to restore

What technology has undone

What's the point of running

When the human race is run

Nothing worse than a future

Sinking on a ship of fools

It's not so much paradise lost

But how much left we can lose

Attention spans are failing

What was that you just said

No matter how hard I try

All thoughts have just left my head

I've got the post cultural blues

The post cultural blues

There's nothing left to gain

It's just a matter how much we lose

In the post cultural blues

I've got the post cultural blues

Post cultural blues

So how much left to lose?