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When Less Is More

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 hardly be seen, 

as black widows become midget-slayers. 



Confined 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 minuscule speck in the firmament, 

and wonder how I might reverse my misfortune, 

not suffer the lot of the helpless and spent. 

It's much too late now to redress my transgressions, 

so I must make do with my life as it stands, 

and hope when I shrink 'til no vestige is left of me 

He will be present to welcome me home.

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