once I was clicked into this life
glorious photoshop four, my midwife
excited about the things to come
fresh and looking forward to some fun

you painted on me
and then colored me
you used me, used me
I'm your very own jpeg

I grew to full presence when
you scanned some of your photos
ouch, you found another modus

you raped me
downsized me
you cut me
compressed me

you reduced me to indexed colors
not exactly edifying
raised compression rate to 75%
I'm the grainy rest of a jpeg

you killed me
you killed me
you
killed
me

written by joxn
18. Aug 2024
16:29

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