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All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging Abriviated conversations in silent offerings On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears They do not realise what it is they should all fear Evolution lurks behind each gene and chromosome Adaptation in nature has always filled the holes I see the coming shades of man birthed in technologies womb Soon even the mighty pen will see its own doom For man's fingers won't need to grasp something so cylindrical In fact all he'll need are thumbs to pad and wax lyrical No need for blue tooth stuck behind your ear Once you are birthed, a microchip goes up your rear In fact man's ears will all but fade away Noise vibrations will be absorbed through the thumbs one day All of man will dwindle down into just two thumbs To pt pt pt on a pad to converse with everyone Our eyes will become squinty slits to better see the screens With zoom in lenses that pop out to better see the scenes No movie theatres, cable, sattelite or Net Flix It all streams to the pads grown into our wrists With a turn of the cuff and a gentle flick Our two thumbs pt pt pt to call up a menu list See a show, text a friend, order pizza in Which might be a problem, cause of the state our mouths are in Years of non use, or over use by some Has caused it to shrivel up as a prune from a plum Just large enough to stick out our tongues at the very thought that once we thought we had won But give nature a chance to over take new science and the pt pt pt we hear all day will be mankinds silence For the contest, Talkin' Technology Sponsored by Natalie Fllikkema Placement: 5th