I am no longer the declarative, so bold
Nor am I the forgotten recluse, so cold
Relinquish my orthodox views, so old
Do not allow myself into the false Fold.
The flickering screen beckons, so chaste
A screen refusing to load, my haste
I just need to will this world away, oh the taste
The tone rings out a sole label, Disgrace
Resist the drift into technological Space.
Hear the chant of my
My busy, yet
New persona; in
Name a Jack of All Trades that masters Nothing