You Cannot Be Serious
You cannot be serious
That ball was out
Sorry J. McEnroe
There’s no longer a doubt
The days of valve TVs
You tuned with a thump
And recording the charts
With cassette tape key clunks
Of writing a letter
You mailed in the post
Not mailing your client
Via some web server’s host
Or talking in person
Arrangements to make
Not sending a text
They can read in their break
Of reading a book
Or playing a game
No time to waste
It’s soap TV time again
The music’s much louder
The print face so small
Don’t worry J. McEnroe
It’s progress, that's all.
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