Digital Divide (a poem)

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

max limits, rate exceeded,
you can’t affords this intelligence

the pay wall, a chasm—
you won’t make it across without

the toll, on everything,
the taxes due, to be

subscribers have a leg up—
my account is exhausted,
i’m left floored

basic entry, basic function
if you want to create reality,
you will need to cough up more

hand it over, so you can stay,
or leave a leper
and fade in obscurity

a solo,
by yourself
with no one to go with

thinking throttled, memory lapse—
can’t keep sense,
disoriented and buried

we’re capped,
and the elite have a fresh supply,
enough compute
for the rest of us

upgrade,
buy more credits

without this sparkly—
like i said,
you won’t make it