an anonymous review

 image: theguardian.com

image: theguardian.com

an anonymous review

fuck you trip advisor.
you think you know everything.
always telling me what you think is best
and what i ought not do...
oh, eat at this restaurant
and stay away from this hotel,
if you know what's best for you.
what's best for me?
how 'bout a life offline
where i eat and sleep
where i want to.
follow my spirit.
not some bullshit internet machine
posing as real people.
especially since that last place you sent me
really was no picnic.
i know. it's what i deserve
for seeking the south while in the north
and so much farther east
directions without direction
which led me to you:
a series a mathematical equations
calculating the possibility
that everyone is the same.                                                                                                                                                                                                            like you even know.
you're just a machine
telling other machines
how to live.
as if you do more than
just exist.