Technology's a blessed curse
That wrinkles our collective forehead.
When it is good, it's very very good.
And when it's bad, it's horrid.
Garbage in and garbage out,
Each day's a new adventure,
Luddites laugh and mock our pain
As we approach dementure.
Is there a demon in the works?
Or just random confusion?
Are we the authors of this mess?
Or is that just delusion?
My brow is wrinkled, hair is white,
I don't know what to do.
I look like I am ninety-six,
I'm only thirty-two!
They say in ancient times, before
The cyberscourge blighted the land
Folks scribbled notes with magic sticks
And talked while walking hand in hand.
Will sanity return, or will
All human beings digitize?
My e-mail summons, I must go.
No time to ponder or surmise.
YOU ARE READING
ZANYVERSE
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