Le Prix du Wank

We were early inhabitants of Usenet, the Internet of chatty things
And because we were colonised and subdued by America we spoke
Their English with proficiency, we learned their vernaculars in films
And soaps, and we sometimes believed that we were white, we broke
Into chatty laughter and displayed uncanny intelligence intensifying
Our feminine allure almost masculine, we silenced the newsgroups
With the simple declaration “I am a Filipina” as if every fetishising
Belonged to us, as if cyberspace were our harem, and the loops
Of connections and pings between networks spasm for a second
So our risqué intelligence may give time for the others to abscond.

But these days of social media, the Internet of depiction and image
Offers us more to see than to think, hence we disappear quietly
Into the backstage of visual effects and some of us carry on dazed
With no dignity, listening to the rants of feminists whilst matriarchy
Dangle from our armpits, seeking to impress white men of various
Colour underpants with our biting cynicism, our no bullshit erotics
And our political minds, prompting a stampede of pricks in serious
Need of masturbatory release preferably Koreana puckered lips
Pink wigs and white breasts, preferably No English Please whilst
Their cyberboyfriends wipe their cocks on their Microsoft Windows.

Fatima Lasay, San Roque
Wednesday, May 20, 2015

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