Sunday, March 22, 2015

Poem: Copper Jungle

Copper Jungle


HyperTexting in a Markup Language
Made-up Language, Make-up Language
which populates our world with indigenous data
search engine beta and studies in Stata.


The sounds in the Amazon are filled with Tweets
near copper currents of Cascading Style Sheets
where high-level Pythons and gems called Rubies
demand a tribute of Jamba Juice Smoothies.


This is the jungle of yes and no
where currents flow and data grow.
We want to know where it will go
so we can learn things we don’t know.


Endless developing by spreadsheet monkeys
Excel junkies, donut dunkies
please continue to show us how capable you R
birds above par ever raising the bar.


It’s perspiration of our project nation
JavaScripting in Object Notation
that spawns a species of data generation
which comes from the feces of private information.


This canopy of algorithms we can’t see
covers up the sun with each binary tree.
We search and oogle and Google up a storm
respecting the rules of a complicated norm.


WE are the jungle of yes and no;
our currents flow and data grow.
Information tells us where to go
and many other things we don’t know.


That’s what I call Jungle Fever.


Yes.


That’s what I call Jungle Fever.


—Derek Miller, 21 March 2015

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