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A Rubbish Tip In Your Lounge

If you want to avoid waking up to a sea of Rubbish in your lounge, You might think about Turning off your TV and internet, Before you turn out the lights. And if you want a comfortable sleep, Don't leave your laptop or cell phone on all night beside your bed, Or you may wake to find a river of rubbish in your bed, And have need of a coffee to clear the rising mist that fouls the air in your brain. For if we have any connections with the virtual world past the stroke of Midnight, It will be the rubbish from that world that you will be receiving, Rubbish of a kind that once you get stuck with, You will find it hard to ever get it out of your mind. Even a small river of this kind of rubbish, Will be hard to cross, And any hope of re-connecting with friends and family on the opposite side, Will depend on you finding someone skilled in building bridges, Of the psychological kind. A sea of this kind of rubbish may sweep you so far offshore as to take years, To find you and bring you back safely. Prolonged exposure to this kind of rubbish may lead to your mind being Controlled from the virtual world, And your fate will be sealed and your life hang in the balance, As you go out into the street and the world beyond, With waters from this sea of toxic rubbish, dripping from you, Like blood from a near fatal wound, That others are afraid, to come in contact with, As you thrash about wildly and indiscriminately, Not even knowing the reason why.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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