IT
By silk
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IT
'Have your machine call my machine.'
It's a 'techno-world' now you know.
People no longer talk they interact.
'Don't have time to talk? I'll send a fax.'
'Text me later! And I'll reply,'
'Can't stop now, gotta fly'
'Phone me' on my mobile phone,
Or just 'mail me' later when I get home.'
Look at the size of that brick! WAP or G3?
No need to hold on, I'm talking 'hands-free',
Leaving my hands to do as I please,
Or 'texting' messages on miniature screens.
Microwaves are cooking all of our brains,
Until no one moans or ever complains.
Mobiles, screeching melodic tones,
Reciting Stravinsky in short piercing drones.
Yesterdays news is all dead and gone,
Would rather watch live reports from Hong Kong
Through web-cams, vid-cams, CCTV,
Watch them die 'live' right on your PC.
Windows into worlds, all over your screen.
Witnessing acts of the really obscene.
Coffeepots boiling all on their own,
And downloading through broadband right into your home.
Information Technology, is the new name.
The new 'must have ology', without which you'll wane.
Get 'switched on' now, or you'll soon lose the plot,
'Snail Mail' is the media that time has forgot.
Become a 'Media Junkie' and get your fixes on line,
'Jacking in' and 'Downloading', whenever there's time.
And if you can't get on-line, don't bother to moan,
There's no one to hear you when you're alone.
Pick up the handset and listen; you'll soon start to reason.
That no humans are there, and it's not just the season.
Electronic Messages? You can pick them up later.
Or hear Voicemail recordings, with no one to relate to
Call Centres running, just to answer your call,
With caring computers to listen to all.
Want to break free from this madness? The decision's your own.
Just press 9? after the tone
Mark St Jefferson
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