Burn My Boat Poem by Jim Boone

</>Leave me on the island
I’ll never make it in the modern world.

Compute this:
I learned to use a PC, even how to surf
The net. But don’t expect too much.

I don’t comprendo the lingo, can’t fix
Anything man-made. One-on-one is as
Multiple as I get any more.

“Say” means click on; “Where were
You when, “ is not an invasion of your
Privacy; “Probably a user error” means
“Dumb ass.” Cell phones? Nor for me
McGhee; “Always accessible, ” is not my
goal, not my intention, need or desire.
Anything that needs laws passed to
Control how it is used is not “A good thing.”

The small print is getting smaller
As consumers use less smarts in purchasing;
Get less mindful of what we need, as opposed
To what we want.

Organized corporate religion depends on repeat
Business, professes more than it understands:
Pass the plate, please pass the plate.

Politicians are for everything we value, vocally,
Against most everything our forefathers felt
Were no-brainers...”self-evident...”
A document’s worth, a book’s worth
A poem’s worth, and the list goes on. So,
Burn my boat, and leave me on the island,
I’m tired of stressing over conflicting
Information, nare-do-wells, bullies and idiots
I’ll never make it in the modern world.
2002