A little irony for all of us who sit infront of our PC's |
Drag click and send, drag click and send Is this what you'll become in 2010? Curtains drawn on cold empty rooms Computer screens shine out through the gloom Open minded tunnel vision A paradox of soul malnutrition No longer the need to step out through your door Download has become your forever more Download your music, download your movies Download your burgers, fries and fruit smoothies Download new shoes and the shirt on your back Download alcohol, cigarettes and crack Download this, download that Need a new pet, just download this cat It's fluffy and cute, picture galleries galore With the cyber-advantage it doesn't wee on your floor But when is technology no longer a boast? When your body's redundant and you're no more than a ghost? Virtually skeletal, virtually dead Your grasp on reality in tatters and shreds But why should you care that all remains is your head? When the Virtual is keeping your brain-matter fed Soon we'll be downloading the birds and the trees Our freedom to wander, the air that we breathe The seasons, the oceans, the stars and the sun In 2010, what have we become? Published on writebuzz®: Adults, Elders > Poetry |