What a fine era
My eye blinks
Message Sent
Don't need a
Diligent Mailman
To Relay Words
What a lazy era
No more running
Just sit and face
The rectangle thing
Cavemen would think
You're really crazy
What a luxurious era
Theaters abandoned
Movie seats scattered
Blamed on YouTube
Quasi to the real one
Yet still unreal
What a bustling era
More traffic than roads
More work than offices
Faster than paperwork
Short-winded than labor
Not far from light speed
What a boastful era
People had gone too far
The boundaries stretched
Like the Tower of Babel
Geniuses had gone mad
Thinking of surpassing God
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