A Few Hours A Day - To Years Of Your Life Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The internet, has taken reality out of life,
And turned it into a game,
With speeds faster than the human brain.
Humans, have been turned into pawn's, modern slaves,
Driving many minds to be insane.
Slowly taking your Identity away,
Your name means nothing, you are an e-mail,
A password, then you have to pick the right pictures,
In box's To prove, you're not a robot at play, then they send,
An e-mail, to see if it is you, we have no choice, do what they say,
You have a question, you type it in the box, then a list of answers,
Appears, never your answer, on any day, if you want to chat,
They direct you to a blog, you can chat with others, no help,
In any way. We were not branded, like animals, cell phones,
Your location, to the steps, you take, if you can ask your phone,
For an answer, it hears, everything you say, every day.
We pay a lot, the price will go up, one hundred fifty dollars,
A month, for sixty - five years, One hundred seventeen thousand,
Why can many not afford a house today. We are all part of it,
An experiment, no human has ever lived a whole life, , screen staring, hours a day, every day.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 9/18 2023AD