...in '99



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,

scroll up,

click back

kind of world.


It's whizzbang,


messages out of space

right into our pockets.


I got no time for this shit,

this never-ending

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...


...in '99...

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