I'm being bombarded by technology
But instead of bringing sweet relief
It seems to have a choke hold on me
Does anyone else find it hard to breathe

Standing in self service lines
As the machines nickel and dime
Me from my change and from my mind
The mind being the item it rarely can find

And with my smart phone continually
Finding different ways of out smarting me
Where at each red light I turn to see
We are all enthralled by this enemy

To get where I need to be, there's G.P.S
Your almost there but not quite yet
Take a right, no wait...that's a left
Will I ever get home again is anyone's guess

With no such thing as the news at six
We want it now and we want it quick
As my left and my right eye continue to twitch
My hand's lost control of the on and off switch

Modern technology has taken from me
And brought out the worst for all to see
Who could have known, who would ever believe
That this would be our legacy