The Great Wake 100: Dogs Are Fed Up

 

Mutter all you want, these things move where they will.  Like continents, only countries and cultures.  We woke ourselves to a new reality, color explosions and razor thin skin.  It's too bad, chuckling and joshing each other was a blast, roasting was an art.  Things just don't seem funny anymore.

I blame myself and God and the devil, of course.  Only perspective can change, the thing is the thing, uncontrollable as ever, a glowing pixel screen, a mighty megaphone, follower bots and ranters.  Get to a million and you can be somebody, those days are over.  For real.  For real for real.

Because dogs are fed up, our attentions have been taken.  Cats, too, probably.  I wouldn't know, actually, they might not care.  Either way, enough is enough.  Let's all nap in the quiet, it's been a great wake.