Random (dis)information’s endless scream,
Fibs and tidbits attacking by the gigabyte,
People exhibiting what for lunch they’ll bite,
In a chattersphere adoring the latest meme.
Too long have I been told where people go,
Though my own location doth slip my mind.
Relief from babble and babel is hard to find,
When dull connections by the minute grow.
For the solace of solitude I sometimes thirst,
To hear what I think, not what others say.
The urge to glue eyes to phone I can’t obey,
Why log in when I'm putting my sanity first?
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2018