The Age of Click

Pounding the keys again


Letting life’s frustrations
fly off my fingertips
onto the serene screen

Tonight my thoughts
exceed the speed
of my compromised connection

The horror of being frozen out

Locked up by heartless tech

Words now bottle necking
inside my clogged hour glass

Oh to have a paper and pen!

but stolen office supplies
long ago
were all utilized
and never replenished

No need for such relics

Or so I thought
when I purchased
this pricey device

I shake rattle and roll
my accursed hardware

Bad idea

Skull and crossbones appear
on my solid blue screen

Fatal error

This is the final

The red power eye
grows dim

Signaling the end
of our relationship

All my brain wave residue
I had deposited
on a chip
the size of a gnat
now terminally dead

Gone to that place
in the clouds
where data angels reside

Time to start over again

as I scour my existence
for parchment and quill pen



About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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