The Banality of Letters

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Hey man
Hows it goin :-)

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Fine, man.
How’s it going with you?

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OK man
Just chillin ;-)

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Just chillin’? Cool.
And how’s that? The chillin’.

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Jus kickn back
Here with some buds :-p

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OK, cool. Man.

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So whats up with you ;-)

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Oh, you know. Not much.
And you?

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Not much too. Laid back
Looking for good times :-p
You man

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I’m cool, man, real cool –
But not dead.
A few seething thoughts, though,
In my head
Make me hot.

What have we got?
With all our keyboards, screens,
Endless machines,

Living on eighty dollars a day

While billions of other faceless souls
Live on less than a dollar a day –

It looks like you forgot,
Though I remember,
A sentence ends with a dot.

But your words resemble
A TV jingle, not a sentence,
Letters strung along in space
Whose only hollow pretense
Is to pass for human warmth.

Hot is the sun whose indifferent warmth
Bakes the backs of the faceless who toil
In a faraway country for a dollar a day
Burying computers and screens in their soil –
The grave where machines and meaning decay.