I say Nay!
to a mechanical
mouse in my house
so
give Cyber
young Cyber
a kick
up the Khyber
* * *
it's no good to me
i don' wanna be
trapped and strapped
zapped and sapped
a
stay-at-home
gnome
all alone...on my own
* * *
i wanna be free
to take pad
and a pen
and
go sit in a tree
and be glad, not sad
when i'm writing
to thee
* * *
want the words
just to flow
to go
from head
down my arm
to my hand
and
right onto the page
what cheer!
what charm!
let's make it the rage!
it's
connection,
reflection,
affection,
erection
of all that
i ken
to be strong
with a pen
* * *
who needs
a
magic machine,
the sickly glow
of a screen?
no thanks
i'm not in
your ranks
at my age
i'll stay clear
of your cage
* * *
i'll just tick
to my books
they don't come
with hooks
they work well
in and out
of that
i've no doubt
and lots
to last me my life
(just go ask my biblio-wife!)
* * *
i pray
i'll not ruin
your day
but i have to
most honestly
say
that...well, hell,
there's no fiber
in Cyber
and the info's
most oftly rife!
* * *
now, if i were
in Rome
and not here at home
i'd fling fiber-free
Cyber
out into the Tiber
* * *
so it's back to my quill
to copy old Will
back to my birds,
my coyote turds,
and farewell
to your nerds
in their SillyCone herds
* * *
I want ink that is wet with my words!