Online only, everyone
Order quick before it's gone
No use looking for a store
(We don't have them any more) .
If you're looking for a skirt
Or a nifty evening shirt
You will have to Google it
(Fingers crossed that it will fit) .
And if your light-bulb has gone pop
Don't go looking for a shop
You won't find one anywhere
(Always need to keep a spare) .
Online only, press the keys
Hoping that your screen won't freeze
If it does, you're in a fix
(1, 2, 3 and 4, 5, 6) .
All we have is digital
Nothing's real, just virtual
Robots lurking all around
(Over-wired and over-wound) .
Try to beat them if you can
You will need a human plan
Show them that you've got a heart
(One that beats - well, that's a start) .
Need to speak to human-kind?
Good luck there, if you can find!
Voices are just numbered speech
10011001010111100
(Human-kind are out of reach) .
All the phones are cyber tech
Automated - what the heck!
Press a number, find your need
(All designed for greater speed) .
This is progress, so they say,
Give me good old yesterday
Browsing round the fashion stores
(People then with social Mores) .
But tongue-in-cheek I must confess
The Internet is good, I guess,
If you need an answer quick
On your mouse just click click click.
There it is, you know the score
The answer you were looking for -
Goodbye books Britannica
Hello Wikipedia!
©️28/9/2024 Valerie Dohren
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