copyLEFT or "beyond bill's gates" or "can i borrow your dirty napkin?"

i shake my head as i walk down the street
with my fathers swaggering fist
profit there must be profit
always someone there
who has paid or gained
spent money and time
fucking around with these things
yet more and more
work for nothing
and why?
it is not beyond intuition
that he whose odd pursuits finalize nothing affect nothing permanent
make him an easy target
i despair as he who creates for nothing
as there are plenty of motives to create for nothing
like distinction and style and the distortion of space - time
and the vague bliss of fucking around in pajamas while waiting for something else to download
dammit
while he waits
the other he
who owns the program
whose concerns for advancement help create demand for the open source network
at a certain point leans back in his armchair, checks the date
checks the code
revels in the evolution that has taken place
does he accept it all?
his face turns sour
alas he modifies the code!
this man is no different from anyone in any other armchair
this man is no resting place in time
but a guarantor of obsolescence
keeping our hands busy
forever downloading new shit
at the expense that
our previous shit is
NOT ENOUGH
so we create our own deficits