Blow the dust off those old printers
Grab your pen, your brush, your gluestick
Armed with sharp eyes and humor
your hot americano
Social Media overlords dropped your privacy to the curb
The algorithm circles me away from true diversity
Little echo chamber
I encourage all of you to boycott the beasts
That have stolen your time, friendships, and meaningful encounters
Your brain awash with neon ads, pornsick and distracted
It is your choice to participate, or to slap that good cold turkey
Jump the ship
and buy a copy of the mercury
The zine at your old cafe
the poster on the board
RAISE O PRINT, WHO WE SWORETH WAS OVER, YET LIVES NOW, RISE AGAIN
#cancel social media, and those tweeb-ass sexist white dudes