The Digital Dunce
The Digital Dunce
This is a tale about a digital dunce, who obeys without question, I too was one once.
It’s hard to see the curve is so smooth, and the journey quite slow, unlike the pace that you move
From a freeman to slave, bound in ball and chain... until none of the former even remains
Let’s take a look at the letter s on this page... its good place to start, for your brain to engage
I know that you live life at an extremely fast pace, so slow down a while, now rest from your race
I’ve chosen an S for a very good reason... Cos. this is the start of the planting season
My Mum used to say when I watched too much telly
“You’ll end up with square eyes and a great big fat belly”
Now go out and play, turn off that telly... and I just like you, used to sit there and scoff.
The programs were different when I was a child; my eyes were round then, not frazzled and wild
Now after the so called digital revolution, the stage was all set for our mass devolution
Dumbing us down with mindless drivel, as we passively sit there squared in middle
Pictures that are made up of tiny little squares, made to look real... or that’s how it appears
With sounds that surround us, all digitally enhanced, assaulting our ears at every chance
Screens on our mobiles and screens on our games even our photos now have moving frames
A gadget of some sort glued to our hand or that’s how it seems from where I now stand
On every street corner where kids used to play I see digital dunces every day
Texting and Twitter and Face Book and stuff, sadly it seems for them is enough.
I can’t see how things will ever improve, when our future looks set to digitally move
I’m sure kids of today would think I’m an old fart... or the modern equivalent; expletive at the start
As I pass them by, they blankly stare, most unaware that I’m even there
If they captured my picture on their mobile device I might end digitized that would be nice
Beamed around the world in an instant of time, I’d become world famous because this rhyme
The prospect of that happening is next to nil, it’s not exciting enough... nothing here to thrill
No swear words, no killing, no tits and bums... I’m just really glad I listened to my Mum
I did switch it off, that box in the corner and opened my eyes to become a reformer
So what care I for fortune and fame, life is for living that’s the real game!