Another drink?
Another dollar.
Technology's a liquid collar.
A vice around,
My puny mind,
So easily, I'll fall behind.
And iThing,
No surprise,
And they'll keep coming,
I surmise.
Then it's
iPets,
iLoo,
iSit,
iFire,
iIce,
iPiss,
iShit.
Am I the only one remembers,
When a fire was REAL embers?
When a light was candle-born?
Or when a picture, not iDrawn?
O WOTEVER
NO1 CARES
IT'S DA FUTURE
and my
Nightmares.
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