I’m trying to read Shakespeare and I’m getting Barista Brothers
For the sake of God, then I’m getting others
To sell or push their wares on me when I am reading Hamlet
Instead I’m handed wisdom in the form of electronic pamphlet.
This “Web of our life is a mingled yarn, good and ill together”
With Asian porn and poetry and all that cash would gather,
Presents within my browse regardless of my inclination,
As though I would quote Hamlet during a course of masturbation.
“Out, out brief” pop-up, get ye gone and leave me with my craft.
Wish that I could prise apart these that are bound by digital graft.