No ping, access unlimited,
no modem ring, no cut and dried
response supplied by manual read,
nO Brave New World which once seemed wide!
Home they brought her lap-top dead,
got her back up, loud she cried,
slipped a disc, a friend added,
“There's no back-up Intel inside? '
Then they called the hotline, fed
by warranty too soon denied,
“Your guarantee’s expired.' they said:
then 'piece' of mind fell by wayside.
“Though to Windows I’m not wed,
hard to lose is bandwidth wide,
there’s no Second Life, instead
Twitter echo won’t abide! ”
Rose a sage of threescore led
through understanding deep - he sighed,
“Chip implanted in your head
by Wi-Fi could be fortified.”
“That will mean my mind misled
by database personified
may discover fountainhead
with external disc supplied? ”
Summer tempest tears soon fled:
“Solution you’ve identified! ”
she said, “to ease my maiden head
withdrawal symptoms pacified
providing gilt and gingerbread,
life becoming simplified,
discarding guilt for years ahead,
beside n million clones allied.'
With barriers removed or sped,
emotions' threads disqualified,
then, conscience soothed, or put to bed,
objections obsolete, defied.
Jonathan ROBIN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-they-brought-her-laptop-dead-after-alfred-tennyson-home-they-brought-her-warrior-dead/
