The responsible hate anthem of J. Abernathy Thaxton (Part 3)

And yet there may be time

To ponder, “Do I care?” and, “Do I care?”

Now to disconnect and endure the stare,

With no WiFi, no signal and all glare —

(They will say: “How meaning is growing thin!”)

My molting coat, my chin flouncing firmly on my chest,

My manbun rich and modest, but identical to all the rest —

(They will say: “How desperate this cliche and how thin!”)

Do I dare

Disrobe the universe?

In a minute there may be time

For ambitions or inquisitions which entropy will reverse.

And haven’t we seen it all already, seen it all:

Seen all the iterations, versions, and remakes,

We have measured out life with sudoku scores;

We know the vacuum coming for us all

Beneath the chaos from a virtual room.

               So why pretty up this tomb?