All Out All Change

Words fall from books
And are so forever lost
Convenience now king
All for the sake of cost
Songs from computers
We will never hear alive
Modern accoutrements
Poor imaginations derive
All the plastic we produce
Will accumulate in a ball
As a giant euthanasia pill
And choke us one and all
John be good, John be hip
Screens are a window view
Julie skips playtime games
Kiss me x with a < 3 so true




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-12-13 at 13:29

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Great stuff, Dave.
2018-12-19