Viewmaster Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Sampling our love, cutting it up into beats
No two slides on the same beat
There's the Grand Canyon in red, there's the Grand Canyon in blue
And there's five more images just like it

We heard of you but we know of no way to bring you in
So all that we have is three dimensional representations of famous places and TV shows
Don't send me a portion of love only
I need all three disks to get the full story
Now I'm entertained

Now it's three "no's" into the nondescript night of a borrower
And I am trying hard not to think in three dimensional images
They won't cure everything, they won't cure anything

Rationing my love, putting it on powerpoint
I'll keep text to a minimum, pictures are king
I'm chunking my information, my emotional me stripped to the core

That's alright when technology becomes a collectible
It will continue to grow to serve our ever refining needs
And we'll look upon insufficient love from out of the past the way we look at a kid's toy from the 1970's, the way we put our eyes to the viewmaster, the way we change a slide