I'm plugged in. wigged out. logged on. To the wall. Brain-wired Through windows of intercyber space Tele-marketed on airwaves of High-tech no resolution Toastered in a micro-waved oven Ears popped corn-wise My electric eyes spin in sockets Juiced like a jingled julep s**ed through the jargon Of video laser loserlips Played for a lackey By big no-name hucksters who think I have no will of my own. But if I pull the plug Now Will self and soul re-boot Or just be (Deleted) .