Living in the depths of the underworld
Hackers prey on personal details
Large corporations use it to their advantage
Media watches your every move
CCTV watches your every action
No-one is safe
Nothing is personal
You can’t go to the toilet without questions
Social network junkie
Leave your life personal
Burn your magazine
Turn off your computer
Switch off your TV
Come to your senses
Socialize with the human race
Human races communication is deadening
Human races inventions are killing themselves
Social Network Junkie
The internet was never safe
What have we created
A terror we do not understand
A positive light comes almost never
Always the negative
Internet is speeding the human race too fast
No human is capable of going on every website during their life time
The flow of information is too much
No-one is safe
At least not until we know the truth
A poor man's life compared to thee
My box of anticipation
A blink for an entire world to see
As I type emancipation.
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Tis here am I in poets rhyme
A peoples smile in endless stream
To live within this endless time
Is merely just a feeble dream.
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Here is where I touch the heart
Not just one but a world, could be!
Too poor to travel, in life take part
A penny does not buy a boat at sea.
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My type flows on in measured time
Life is, period. My proclamation
Cast out I do, my poets rhyme
With my box of anticipation.
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By:Darren J McMurray
March 3, 2009
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