I wondered once when I was a kid, what it’d be like in years to come

I never imagined the techno frippery to which we’d all succumb

But this it seems is our eternal hell, to stare forlorn at our screens

Should I like, follow, poke or hashtag everything I’ve seen?

Is this really progress with our information overload?

With passive aggressives, a troll and a toad

Pointless games where you can crush candy

Or throw birds at pigs, that’ll be dandy

Endless e-mails and phone calls 24 x 7

I MUST BE AVIAILABLE, or I won’t go to heaven

My eyes are tired and going square

My phone’s smarter than me, but I don’t care

Siri, Google or Cortana

Blackberry on orange or banana

I’m going back to a simpler age

Where practical skills earnt an honest wage

And computers were about the size of a house

And no one talked of an Internet browse