Every time I email, I feel a deep sense of betrayal,
like an unicyclist with a banana stuck up his nose.
I see no face, not even ink,
soon I wont have to think,
they will stick an electrode in my brain
and we will, ‘communicate’.
What a God forsaken drag modern life is?
Where is flesh and bone, that home from home?
In email I see no familiar stroke of the pen,
no human trait or thing to muse,
“Hello Chris, I got some news!”
Electric friends round circuitry bends,
cognitive tools for the house of fools.
What a load of Bollocks this electric mail is,
an instant world of new age fizz.
I hate email!