I have been saved by my computer,
this beautiful intricate machine,
it has saved me from all emotions,
and all social ills.
Now I am surrounded by bliss,
everyday,
from morning till night,
I am in this electronic funk,
my own beat,
my own tune,
booming,
out of my own little
processing machine.
I cant complain, computers are my bread and butter. And your poem kinda sounds like nwe car ad, where kids talk about facebook and spend time at home in interner where their elderly parents roam the country and enjoy fresh air.
ReplyDelete@meandmythinkingcap:
ReplyDeleteCan't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
I am surprised that you found that theme in my poem. I was going for a more sarcastic approach. I.E. how everyone likes staying in their own little bubble, and how our computers have freed us in a negative way (i.e. no more social interactions are needed. Our machines provide us with everything).
I guess you can call this Utopian sarcasm. Sort of like being extremely naive and optimistic about the outcomes of such a situation...
Well, you know based on our story, that we can't live without them. If I, especially as a writer, had to scrap every bit of computer I had and start writing with pen and paper--had to drive to the library to look up even the simplest fact or word for a novel--I'd kill myself. I really don't know how people did it before.
ReplyDeleteFlippy Doodle! Just wanted to say hey sexy ;)
ReplyDelete- Aeman
@Lemon: Dude where have you been? I think you have a thousand emails from us in your gmail.
ReplyDeleteBtw, Happy Birthday! I sent you a message, did you get it?
I didn't check my gmail until Deeks told me to. Sorry :$
ReplyDeleteNo, I didn't :( But thanks anyway :) <3
- Aeman