Wake up wash my Facebook
Breakfast with Bebo
Mid Morning over at Myspace
Lunch with a digital fix of youtube
Lazy afternoon online bets and offline limbs
Teatime tweets to terrify the land of twitter
Night falls, the table calls, online poker till the Sandman hauls yet another faceless zombie to the land where gigabytes sleep.
I used to imagine a land of unlimited freedom, now it's in the palm of my hand in the prison of my bedroom.
When I think of outside I no longer wonder, whether it's raining or sunny, I know no longer.
But I've heard all the arguments, the horror of technology, but everyone's doing it, so why not me?
1 comment:
Tell your boy Zpiral, don't come messing around my yard, i'd hate to have to put him down.
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