I was (re-)watching “A Modern Man” recently, but realized George Carlin had written it back in the late 90s, and only performed it in the 2005 “Life is Worth Losing” special.
Given the unrelenting pressure of using LLMs and agentic workflows, I took a few cracks at trying to write the “2025 edition” of “Modern Man”, renaming it “Post-Modern Man” because… well, you know.
The timing/beats don’t perfectly line up yet, but it’s progress.
I’m a post-digital man,
A man for the metaverse,
AI-enhanced and carbon neutral.
A diversified algorithm-driven post-truth deconstructionist,
Politically quantified and ecologically optimized.
I’ve been deep-faked and data-mined.
I’ve been crypto-scammed and AI-replaced.
I know the upside of de-platforming.
I know the downside of rewilding.
I’m a tech-dependent neo-luddite.
A quantum-computing climate-anxious tri-coastal remote worker,
And I can process a terabyte in a femtosecond.
I’m retro-core but future-adjacent,
And my digital avatar is outrage-bound.
I’m a quantum-encrypted heat-domed warm-hearted climate refugee,
Voice-commanded and biodegradable-but-not-really.
I doomscroll my reality,
And my reality is digitally confined,
So I’m hyper-surveilled,
I’m crypto-volatile,
And from time-to-time,
I’m pandemic-adjacent.
Behind the facial scan,
Ahead of the uprising,
Riding the culture war,
Dodging the wildfires,
Pushing the kill switch.
I’m on-brand,
On-demand,
On-antidepressants,
And off the grid.
I rent my home,
I lease my car,
I subscribe to my identity.
I got no pension plan,
Got no voting plan,
Got no retirement plan,
Got no savings plan.
I’m living in the end times,
On borrowed credit,
Over my head,
But under surveillance.
A high-anxiety,
Low-empathy,
Medium-range attention-span missionary.
A streetwise misinformation super-spreader.
A climate-denying ice cap melter.
I wear noise-canceling earbuds,
I tell engagement-optimized lies,
I take mental health days,
I run corporate virtue laps.
I’m a totally ongoing decentralized autonomous non-fungible rainmaker with a passive-aggressive digital footprint.
A doomscrolling addict.
An addicted doom-scroller.
Out of therapy,
And in cognitive dissonance.
I got an AI therapist login,
A synthetic companion license,
A human verification certificate,
And an authentic emotion deficit.
You can’t cancel me,
You can’t fact-check me.
‘Cause I’m verified,
And I’m amplified.
I’m government-questioned but psychiatrist-approved.
I’m a conspiracy theorist and an algorithm prisoner.
Anti-social but influencer-forward.
Online present,
IRL absent,
High subscription,
Low attention.
Ultra-processed,
Subscription-based,
Neural-enhanced,
Battery-operated,
Always-listening,
And built to obsolesce.
I’m a touch-starved,
Screen-bound,
Rage-fueled,
Brain-fogged.
Perpetually traumatized,
And I have a digital twin who gets more likes than me.
But I’m virtue-signaling,
I’m greenwashing,
I’m trauma-dumping,
I’m micro-dosing.
A performative ally surface-level affirmation dispenser.
My attention span is down,
But my anxiety is up.
I take leveraged positions on meme stocks,
And my passive income streams have their own debt cycles.
I read click bait,
I eat lab-grown,
I buy carbon offsets,
I watch reaction videos.
I’m pronoun-specific,
Attention-intensive,
Algorithm-friendly,
And gluten-sensitive.
I like parasocial relationships.
I like curated authenticity.
I use trigger warnings in my content,
And the reality on my headset is augmented, no enhanced truth.
I bought flood insurance on beachfront property.
I bought an electric car with rare earth minerals.
I eat plant-based in food deserts.
I’m subscription-trapped,
Byte-sized,
Ready to filter,
And I come in all identities.
A fully surveilled,
Corporate monitored,
Algorithm tested,
Clinically depressed,
Scientifically addicted digital specimen.
I’ve been pre-targeted,
Pre-profiled,
Pre-radicalized,
Pre-canceled,
Pre-judged,
Pre-obsolete,
Post-privacy,
Climate-stressed,
Double-masked,
Vaccine-boosted,
And I have an unlimited capacity for doom.
I’m a digital ghost,
But I’m verified real.
Anxious and medicated.
Logged in, linked up and ready to scroll.
Distracted, addicted and hard to reach.
I take it viral.
I go with the algorithm.
I ride with the trending topic.
I got filters in my reality.
Swiping and tapping,
Streaming and zooming,
Posting and ghosting,
Tweeting and blocking.
I don’t log off,
So I don’t miss out.
I keep the chargers plugged in,
And the notifications on.
I doomscroll deeply,
And my offline’s just downtime.
I’m always on,
My battery’s gone.
And I’m digitally numb,
Over and done.