Darn Fangled

Darn fangled contraptions

So many distractions

Of doing what needs to be done

I’d rather be on hands and knees

tidy, mop and scrub and Scorn

Than mess with all these fangled buttons

To beep and buzz and scoot till morn

They’ve made the kids these fidget toys

Colorful pointless they’re plastic dots

No eating broccoli and scraping their knees

And dumping the sand from their socks

Just chips and cans and microwaves

Something new to our time

We’ve lost our instincts lost our gut

No guidance to help walk in line

Using muscles to hug and write

Yet all we ever do is type

Bygones of notes

Lost in the scroll

No love letters in pockets

No memories to behold

Segregation isolation

It breaks the soul within

Like that once mighty tiger

Locked now in a zoo

We all are held captive like him

Technology oh it’s so grand

Listen to music

With toes in the sand

The waves all forgotten

And they rumble and roll

But you sit on you phone

And repeat the last scroll

The bees die beside you

But that raid put to rest

Nipping bugs in the garden

Annihilating all pests

We have our fruit here

All year long

But the seeds aren’t regrown

GMO is too strong

So we stay inside

And judge the new

Watching brainless

Pranks on YouTube

Bombardment by access

All knowledge in our hands

But our autopilot routine

Has other demands.

It’s easier to get things done

It’s better than it once was

But don’t use it you’ll lose it

Bees, waves, letters, and music

Our souls need a little more fun