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About This Poem
times r changin rearrangin
times ‘r changin’ rearrangin’
everything here to mars
stars, bars ‘n cars rollin’
trains, planes ‘n internet games
farmin ‘n cyber space
races ‘n places r
leaving no traces of who or
what we might have
once been before
more open doors 2
technology never dreamed of
a mere few
minutes ago but what do u know
the way the wind blows here
we go again, new friends talking on
star trek recorders like kirk n mr spock n
the real mccoy used 2
pretend on tv when today
its apples n ipads not all bad instead of
tinker toys 4 girls n boys n
hi-teck etch a sketch’n cowboys n njins
n gps bcuz we’re lozin our sense
of spelin n direction with all this
friggin new txtng forgettin how
2 read a map and find our ways
back home from rite around
the corner cuz i’m afraid our civilization
may be improvin n sum ways but
degradin n others n 1 more thing
witches more or less personal 2 i guess
2 every1 but god whoze
disappearin at a rapid rate
which may be a big miss take bcuz
if we remove him from the equation
we may be losin’ our collective soul n
it won’t take longer than a lickity split
to say adios a-
merika that’s it
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