“Who are you married to?”
A grandpa asked me once about my ring
I used to wear it on my middle finger
But I’ve eaten too much fat off the land
For it to fit there and turned docile
Creature comforts of a bloated life
Solving problems by creating

Illusion of dignity
And portion control
Funny how you can red that metric off fast
Once you have access to enough

But if you pay the price
And smile as enshittification takes away
From privilege you never deserved
But were promised
You go on with a day that
Is structured by omniscience in advertisements
And the subsidies of early venture capital
That trickles down into your little world

You boarded the paid carousel
Infinite scrolls of instructions on
How to become honest with yourself in courses
Teaching one weird trick in PDFs online
To wind down your comfort
And to take back your control
By being hungry
Making yourself cold
And live like you’re poor again by paying us
The price on the last slide.