The Web
Multitudes of platitudes flowing through the veins of the internet,
An endless effort to find happiness in vain but still we don’t get
That the inviting, insidious internet is only the place
For a fruitless search for sustenance that the human race
Is seeking from the tree of knowledge that is the World Wide Web.
Satisfaction from interaction offered by an unseen benefactor,
Exhilaration exuded by faceless consumers feeding the users
Of all of us who promise us nutrition but leave us only contrition
That we lap up each day and will spew out each night
Not seeing we’re losing the fight against the World Wide Web.
JAM 11/06/2017
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Julie Murrow
I'm an avid reader, writer and pianist. I have written on a variety of subjects and in various genres from children's stories, poetry and history to adult short stories. My three Skinny Pigs and I live by the sea, where I grew up.
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