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Technology: how I love you and loathe you in the same breath your phonic ears listening out for a babble of distress from a childs vest sleeping soundly in the next room your ten tentacle arms purge my words and shelter emotions across vast distances for long lost friends to find comfort in 140 characters your innovations are the respirator the breathing lungs the beating heart the bionic limbs that help without want to walk again if only you could just once guess my words correctly just once is all I ask I invited that girl for a pint not a riot and the black berry ripens in the east is now an improvised IED Technology: will you ever be perfect? or will you always be evolving how will you know that you have not stepped back to be overshadowed by an ape punching numbers searching for Shots and finding Pints in the middle of a dusty Riot
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
Shot Pint Riot
Technology: how I love you and loathe you in the same breath your phonic ears listening out for a babble of distress from a childs vest sleeping soundly in the next room your ten tentacle arms purge my words and shelter emotions across vast distances for long lost friends to find comfort in 140 characters your innovations are the respirator the breathing lungs the beating heart the bionic limbs that help without want to walk again if only you could just once guess my words correctly just once is all I ask I invited that girl for a pint not a riot and the black berry ripens in the east is now an improvised IED Technology: will you ever be perfect? or will you always be evolving how will you know that you have not stepped back to be overshadowed by an ape punching numbers searching for Shots and finding Pints in the middle of a dusty Riot
This is inspired by the love/loathe of technology, and the calamity of sending a text message where the auto-checker has decided what you wanted to write before you wrote it. Ironically, Pint comes between Shot and Riot, on a mobile phone, hence the title. Again, this poem came out of a comment from a fellow poet on here - D A - who kindly responded to my poem about text-speak. So yeah, cheers.. you can read their work here: http://hellopoetry.com/-d-a/
DBeard
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
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