Techno-Lust - Poem by James Lewis
Technology's necessity, without it we would die, it's fascinating really how computers run our lives,
the tapping of the keyboard and the clicking of the mouse, it's gotten so that folks don't even have to leave the house.
The world's right at our fingertips and there's no way around, the fact that all you need is just a debit card account,
to pay for what you wish, your items may get freely shipped, you may get really gipped but I aint really sayin spit,
I'll change it up a bit, now ev'rybody lose your mind, I don't mean goin crazy just expand it and refine,
imagine you're agoraphobic, scared to go outside, computers then present a slight resemblance of a life.
The script rotates with ease I flip it 45 degrees, you got the shady ones out there that steal identities,
bring fam'lies to their knees, absconding quick with 50 Gs, a scam that's ran leaves both the check and save stash hittin E.
They're also in the mobile phones, there're no more phones at home, no cordless in the kitchen only touch screen mobile tones,
that come with email, news and weather packaged up in foam, remember when we knew our peoples' numbers from the dome?
I stand up self admittedly absorbed in techno-lust, it's fright'ning if you ponder, it could all end with a touch,
of just a button, maybe 2, a maze of 82, Verizon's the horizon so we're really praising who?
The media in print is by the wayside, take a look, we'll move a cursor but won't flip the pages in a book,
on that aspect I'm old school up unitl I d-i-e, you'll always find a paper or a hardback right by me.
The future's in the hands of those who strive to make it more, than being slaves to microchips like Terminator 4,
there will be no salvation when the Ipads mess us up, Steve Jobs is worshipped more than God, beware of techno-lust.
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