The Screen Bending Blues By Ian Inkster Poem by Dr Ian Inkster

The screen Bending Blues, by Ian Inkster

Bending bending/over your screens
Never ending/all sights unseen
Bending bendi it taken all of your dreams.

Used to play footie/on the street in yr teens
No-one plays now/they'r all watching their screens
Used to chat/ with yr friends of their schemes
Now can only chat/ through thoseso distant screens.

Picked up pretty girls/ in those old record shops
Preening and prancing/ to their pick of the pops
Downloading it now/ in your bed-rooms alone
Never now ever / even talk on the phone.

Don't go out/you can shop on the net
Nearest thing to action/that you shall ever now get.
So absorbed/ you might miss a young girl's scream
Sacrifice your sister/ to the life on yr screen.

Bending bending/over your screens
Never ending/all sights unseen
Bending bending/away from all of your G dreams... G Don't go out

Dr Ian Inkster 2013.