The Lament of a Technophobe

 

I am reaching fever pitch

with an unquenchable desire

to launch a devastating and major strike

on all the technology I loathe and hate

 

Yet we are caught up in a net

of mobile phones, pea pods and the internet

Oral dialogue has almost gone

and personal chit chat nearly none

 

We text, type with cyber chatter

and seldom with our friends properly natter

Picture postcards have been commited to history

as photos and messages are sent instantly

 

I am old, impatient, wearisome and tired

bring back the days of hammered vellum

with fountain pens, envelopes and stamps

Telephones that were black and had a dial

where we could chat for a while

 

Technology may be the wheel of relentless progress

but despite all these gadgets we still live in a mess

In a world of mounting stress

where all the technocrats say yes