Facebook?
~ Fake book
Tik-Tok?
~ Shock Jock
What’s App?
~ Jockstrap*
Meta?
~ Greta!
I-Pad?
~ Comrade
Flash Drive
~ Bee Hive
A.I?
~ Pig Sty
IT?
~ Dead Sea
TV?
~ Crappy!
Smartphone?
~ Hand bone
Laptop?
~ Sweatshop
~ For Low-Tech Lovers ~
Slinky?
~ Dinky
Play-dough?
~ Skid row
Juke box?
~ Plaid socks ~ Thanks, Buddy Holly... lol -- Crickets
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*Are you kidding me, gw?
In this modern age of ours
with all the gadgets of the day
pc's, laptops, i-phones, tablets
what would our ancestors say?
These new things are all well and good
but they do take up lots of time time
that can be so precious
so little even for a drink of lime
The longer we sit at our screens
the worse our eyesight can be
we need be sure to take a rest
so to protect our eyes to see
It's easy to get caught up
with facebook, twitter and the like
social media can really grip us
from it we should go on strike
Our ancestors would not envy us
of all this pc hi tech age
they had one real special gift
time to live on their world's stage
Trapped in the world
Of cause and effect,
Where people are sold,
And replaced with Hi-Tech.
Where the money does flow
To where it already is,
In rivers of lies,
In the seas of business.
In the temples of
The buy and the bought,
Where souls are forgotten
Where fishes are caught.
You pay more
And I’ll pay less,
But owner of the cage
Will always take the best.
Your think you are free,
To do what you think,
But the rules of the game
Are as dark as black ink.
Turn around again,
In your little glass bowl,
Dig a little deeper
At the bottom of your hole,
Trapped in the world
Of cause and effect
Where souls are forgotten
And replaced with High-Tech.
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Hi tech trinkets
Shiny new gadgets
Radically transforming ourselves
There's an app for that
Absence of human touch
And Face-to-face emotions
Connect through texting
Computer generated desires
Hi tech verse humans
Paradox of our time
The intro on the disc menu repeats its edited reel;
sometimes, it skips in the slot, pixellating the flat screen,
the stars’ faces ripping into confetti squares.
She asks you to turn down the volume;
you reach a hand across her stomach to click the remote.
The television blanks in a shock of popping sound.
She rolls over to face you in the silence,
the darkness of the room folding around her.
You feel more naked without the speakers blaring over your head
than you do with your bare skin on hers beneath the sheets.
She has already fallen asleep, her arms heavy over your waist,
and you wonder how well you would sleep beneath pine trees and the man in the moon.
You close your eyes, bend your face forward,
and your noses touch – she shifts, pulls you in tighter.
That touch – and bright colors explode over your closed eyes,
more beautiful than high-definition cable, more radiant than megawatts.
Her cell phone rings, the vibrations rattling the coffee table.
You open your eyes and she rubs her fingers down your back; you shiver.
She kisses you, hard, as the phone rings itself into silence.
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