Just because it’s sometimes used incorrectly, doesn’t mean its advancement is a bad thing. A terza rima poem defending technology.
In the future we’ll all be connected
And our days and our nights will wash over
Like lights that somehow feel disconnected;
Then every intellectual rover
Will be forced to find a den without plugs–
Searching concrete for a four-leaf clover.
Momentous advancement will feel like slugs
Crawling on glue, while we wait for what’s next,
Filling up on our electric screen-drugs.
People forget there is more than just texts,
Devices built for more than sweet talking
And a database bank covered in sex.
When you find out there’s more for unlocking,
The bonus of tech gains are quite shocking.