Digital Solitude (Poem)

"You spend your life looking at the screen, watching the hit counter,

You need twenty people to like your page so you can get a stat-feedback fur,

But not enough folks know or dig the music that is made,

So you spend your life on FaceBook now your life it slips away;

Why not step outside and find some peaceful babbling brook?

Watch the Kingfisher fly past quick, followed shortly by a rook,

The rain will pass, the sun will shine a rainbow up in the sky,

But instead of looking up at the light, you stare at the screen and die;

Chips work best cold, just like the screens that stare back at you,

The web-cam with facial recognition streams us all to HQ,

The network.

It owns you who pays for the privilege,

But not I.

Not I."

Maxwell.