I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving [for content], dragging themselves through the [social media] streets at dawn looking for

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving [for content], dragging themselves through the [social media] streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded [techies] burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up [making student loan payments] in the supernatural darkness of [brooklyn] floating across the tops of cities contemplating [ads], who bared their brains to [FAANG] under the [Oculus Rift] and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on [luxury investment property] roofs illuminated, who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating [Silicon Valley] and [Jobs-light] tragedy among the scholars of war, who [dropped out] from the academies [to avoid] crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull, who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their [RSUs] in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49303/howl https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49303/howl