Good Morning Monday… I’ve got the free verse poetry weirdness running through my brain again. What a surprise 😉 Does it ever make sense?

Ode to the screens full of the technologists scene… a tiny tech poem just for you:

Good Day you website masterminds
Video cassette tapes you have to rewind
Messages and links intertwined
A social network running through the mind

A bright blinking cursor an enemy
Writers block and a locked up key
Time fly’s by we’re no longer free
Imprisoned by the latest technology

An obsession, regression, oppression and recession
Glorious deception of the misconceptions
A set of compression’s on chest cavity sessions
This is a zombies affectionate confession

An evil necessity

Could we ever be without thee?