28 January 2013
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 held 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.
No more writing Endless prose Punctuation's comatose.
iKiss iLove iKnow it's gone.
iFuture. • Opuss № I