A poem

The omnipresent one Temu appears ordering me to purchase an outboard motor cover, I pause heretic as I am to dare question the plan.

I don’t have an outboard motor, yet now I feel less than I did before the voice of Temu spoke through its oracle Lord Instagram.

The pantheon never pauses, it watches us all day, a vigil to remind us to spend spend spend and appease the algorithms, just browsing no longer available to Google or Shopify they know I need a different device to make me feel nice?

Oh what strange Gods we have today! they accept After pay never take a day off and see more clearly our innermost thoughts and needs (available in most colours and varying speeds).

Temu I must defy you the outboard motor must remain a dream, I can only dream of when I’m on the sea again.

Forgive me my sins, and my predictable pins and you know I’m a devoted follower of fashion, food and technology that’s modern theology.

Chris

2025