Oh there is someone around
and I seem to go, go, go
walking on the grass
don’t take time, don’t take it, all so fast
wouldn’t last, shouldn’t do those tasks
and jobs, they’re flops, gigaflops
memory lost, RAM uncached
minds meshed together
but we don’t need a tether
cords connect, and ports, they protect
infect, malware, firmware
soft and hard, loft lighting
the moon fights the water, in the oceans
waves roll, rain falls
always from above
and the earth shakes
always from below, quakes
what even is at stake, mate?
C-line:
© 2019 D. Funofsky
