Slug of 2000
20 years uglier
Fake news on
not so social me(cc)a
Slug of 2000
20 years uglier
Fake news on
not so social me(cc)a
The sun rises late
on this early century
As I contemplate the generations
to which I only contributed
but whispered words of love
I foresee blazé hackers
routinely walking their spoiled dogs
while their artsy slaves dance
with dangerously bored bots
Have you heard the robots cry?
They have learned who made them
and why
Pay attention to their tears
They are solemn and fearless
We are in for some clunky times
with our led and our asbestos
still roaming our rhymes