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Dear IT Department, My PC is dead. It no longer whirs and beeps Its CPU is void of warmth An amateur's cheap creation
There was a looming sadness cast over the age of men, a shadow of the greatness to come.
We live in a world where the only socialization is social media, Our followers are more important than our friends And everyone has to follow the newest trend.
Tech Tech Tech the sound my keyboard makes,my words flowing straight too this word sheet. Tabbing to the next line trying to just make this poem rhyme
Everywhere we go Everywhere we see. Technology here, technology there. Most of us see it, certain others don’t. Some may ask what is an app? What is Facebook? Is it all good on that?
The one job that will change my life. That one and only job will be the one I have always dreamed of. Veterinarian Technology.
The words that flow, electric through wire that live in the cells of the cerebrum and the pencils and pens in our hands write that which dies when uttered