|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Articles/Stories Administration
|
|
Edit Poem
Editing Instructions
Please note in the NOTES textbox below that this poem has been edited, do
not put your name, please put as the following: <!--EDITED by moderators
on (Date) for (reasons).--> DO NOT remove the line break (
<br /> ) html coding at the end of each line break, these are
needed to form the correct lines. THE CHEATIf you do not wish to
delete a poem, or a certain part of a poem, and instead would like to send the
url to Mick via PM for confirmation, enclose the entire poem (or part/s thereof)
between <!-- and -->
(ie. <!-- POEM TEXT HERE
-->). This will still save the text, but will make it invisible from
viewing (other than page source view). You could also add before the
<!-- something to the effect of "This Poem under review".
A toast to you
--------------------------------------
Your generation doesnt save;
The things you own until your grave!
You don’t repair, you just delete;
For all too soon, it’s obsolete!
By the time they graduate;
A four year tour at whizbang state;
The first 3 years of stuff they learned;
Will be disproved, or over-turned.
We used to call this game RAT-RACE;
But you run just to keep your place!
All you know is constant change;
Precious little stays the same.
Theres much more history to learn;
And far less time the oil to burn!
Penmanship is off the map;
Spelling, grammar, done by app.
I think perhaps you talk so much;
To be a part and feel in touch.
And selfies are a way to place;
Existence in a faceless space!
You need to know that someone knows;
Where you are and where you go;
What you see and do and eat;
With whom and when, so lifes complete!
OMG! IM HERE! ITS ME!
You may wish to disagree;
But why else do we text and tweet?
And photograph the meals we eat?
Promising an introduction;
Social medias seduction;
Buries in photography;
A million lone biographies.
Lacking boundaries or surrender;
In a raucous whirling blender;
Wondrous lonely generation;
Holding hands in isolation.
|
|
|
|
|