Plugged In

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Short rhyming poem on the modern day lifestyle of using electronic gadgets. It's light-hearted but touches on the the way people select their reality and are becoming less human.

I am a person, with an electronic brain

I die several times in one day, but experience no pain 

I am constantly wired, in most what I do 

I am at one with the world, with my electronic crew 


In the morning I wake, eyes dreary but true 

So I plug myself in, this programme is new! 

I put on my clothes, to my favourite song 

Then my phone makes a sound, a kind of 'ding-dong' 


Time to walk, time to breathe, the walk in the sun is here 

So I must tell everyone, plug my ears, it stops me feeling queer 

I am in my own happy bubble, no time to reflect and feel 

Time to block out what I want, spin my roulette wheel 


I arrive back home, I slump at a screen 

Now plugged in at the mains, I'm a low powered machine 

Dinner on my lap, eyes pixelated like a sieve 

I am online, connected, this is how we live 

Submitted: February 28, 2013

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