22/9/16 A poem about technology and the impossible rate at which it has grown into our everyday lives
This is a swipe left,
kind of world.
messages out of space
right into our pockets.
I got no time for this shit,
stream of data
zooming, glaring, flashing at my eyes.
I got no time
to sit around and chew the fat,
flap my gums and shoot the breeze...
when there's thousands of emails I should have read...