technology and the boy
By SubwayBoi
The tiny box that spits out noise, With news flashes of hopes and joys, Is sitting there upon the chair, The noise it makes floating on air. The TV screen that spits out light, With all its sights of love and fright, Is standing lonely on the wall, It's messages are heard by all. The tower and the display screen, Are on the desk of oak stained green. The World Wide Web, the porn, chats, fun, Are waiting there for everyone. The magazine of any creed, Is waiting there for one to read, With ads that preach the virtue of Buying manufactured love. The little boy with hair so thin, Is sitting taking all this in. 'Why should I think?' he often asks, 'Technology should do that task.'Meh. Written December 25th, 2001 © on Dec 25 2001 02:12 PM PST 0 • 9
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