Dancing with Ourselves
I feel a tap...tap...tap
Upon my back...
...Or is that only
Just the breeze?...
The Information Age
Has sapped
Our efforts to conceive
Of something that's beyond
The sphere of this
'Party on a Plate'...
Let me dance this out!...
It's the only route...
...I better wise up
To my fate!...
The latest 'happening'
For those turned needy
In their efforts to keep
Up...
It's a 'happening'
Like in the '60s...
...Though we're lonesome,
And corrupt...
Can't you sense the
Hordes
Managed by their screens?...
...There was once a time
When we were redeemed
By the
Prospects of
Technology...
...Now I feel it all
Stemming from a
Scheme
Of this holding out
For status...
...Many who felt
Small,
Now crawl
In the spider web
Of a dying culture...
..Here's your hideout
For a price!...
Let me dance this out!...
It's the only route...
...Pretty soon we'll roll
The dice,
And come to terms with
Our missed connections...
...Hell, I hate the
Roving pack,
But there's something to
A unique alliance,
And I feel it's what
These fiends,
With their texting, and
Incoherent blogs,
Are trying to achieve...
I feel a tap...tap...tap
Upon my back...
...Or is that only
Just the breeze?...
The Information Age
Has sapped
Our efforts to conceive.
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2017
Bunny Villaire