Clotheslines
The old timers complain nowadays,
about how modern technology.
Is stealing away all their secrets and,
selling everyone's privacy.
Information is left up for grabs,
exposed for all of the world to see.
By touching a finger to a glass,
while they are hiding behind the scenes.
As my mother would always tell us,
“You do not air your dirty laundry.
But back in the day, if I farted,
she would know about it before me.
But I never could quite understand,
how anything could possibly be.
Less private than hanging my holey,
underwear outside for all to see.
If you're thinking that your 5G phone,
might be the fastest thing in the land.
Then you have never met my mother,
with a rotary phone in her hand.
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2023
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