Gathered to worship sport at the giant screen propped in a park
Kneeling before the gods of sport, oblivious to the world’s beauty
The sky puts up its magic display while the real gods peep from the clouds
Blue is the sky and green is the money, we may cease to exist but our avatars may not
A universe within the universe a long chain of binaries competing against the original photons
What will be left of all this record and stash of inanities once the electric supply is forever gone ?