Microchip Madness

Technology is changing day by day, 
the benefits? enormous, one might say, 
is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 
not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be, 
take that cuff link, a microprocessor, 
what used to take acres and acres of space 
now resides on the top of his dresser. 

Tie clips and navel rings, earrings with studs 
contain microchips too small to see, 
snapshots are routed to secret computers, 
surveillance directed at you and at me. 
As fate would have it, I have diminished, 
a 6 footer, now 2ft 4inches, 
soon I'll be able to date a REAL bird 
and cavort with the crows and the finches. 

It must be my penance, I spoke out of turn 
and maligned the creator, the hedonist, 
who pleasures the masses with tablets and iPods, 
and removed me from his Merry Christmas list. 
Small is as small does so I gravitate, 
and follow these micro-bit players, 
I am so tiny, can't hardly be seen, 
as black widows become midget-slayers. 

Consigned to my basement I look for a way 
to escape my arachnoid aggressors, 
I squeeze through a slit in the mesh at my window 
and plead, as with all good confessors. 
Out in my garden I stare at the stars, 
just a speck in the depths of the universe, 
I fall to my knees to be nothing at all,
prey to microchip madness, a terrible curse
      or our endless salvation?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Carmack Avatar
December 30, 2015 at 3:34 AM
We haven't changed at all during our time here on Earth. Our technology has outpaced our maturity and so the scale will tip in favor of abuse. This is an advanced write and I wish more peeps would read it and comprehend it's meaning and warning.
Bickerstaffe Avatar
December 30, 2015 at 9:33 AM
Thanks Rob... being a 67-year-old curmudgeon who's pretty much set in his ways, I find that the technology explosion has left me far behind. The last piece of equipment I obtained was my beloved CD player!
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