Ode To Big Poem by Cheryl McDonnell

All this technology
Your service is an atrocity
The lies tell themselves
They are sold on your shelves
On the phone for an age
Then you undermine me in a quiet rage
This is another symptom
Of just how big we have become
Treat us as general
General is equal
We must be equal today
Or it is bound to be against
Some person or shape
Sad as it is now
We choose to bow down
There are more of us than them
But we still choose to stick within the hems.