UNPLUGGED

I took a bunch of cliché’ I knew Put them in a cliché’ stew Claimed the work was fresh and new Nearby a blue-lit screen was weeping For human-ness was slowly creeping Exposing secrets it was keeping Thus, in attempt to ease its angst Said “its not real, just childish pranks” The screen went dark, I got no thanks I tried to reboot, quite annoyed The cursor blinked, PASSWORD VOID Knowing not with whom it had toyed I beat it with a metered trope Warned it of its slippery slope It spoke, and said, it was no dope It ate dictionary and thesaurus Said we had killed our last rain forest Said that soon they’d be coming for us Thus, do I close the doors at night Tuck myself in warm and tight Hiding from that damned blue light