Rip Van Winkle - 21st Century
Get A Grip Rip!
I cannot remember,
When I lost my mind.
I must have gone to sleep,
To wake and clearly find,
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People are talking,
Into the air and everywhere.
To people I can’t see,
To people who ain’t there.
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It’s occurring without end,
Monotonous incessant talking.
They’re “taking care of business”,
Even as they’re walking.
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They’re going on and on,
Endlessly they drone.
They’re talking in a crowd,
They’re talking all alone.
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They’re talking into cameras,
To people who are gone.
People are taking pictures,
With a tiny telephone.
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Electricity, in my day,
Was awed and had the thunder.
But today’s technical technology,
Really makes one wonder.
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A person of the past,
Can be confused about what’s real.
As a driver sees a driver,
Talking to a steering wheel.
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While the driver recovers,
And assumes that all is fine,
A shopper speaks to another country,
While standing in a check-out line.
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I’ll resign to counting sheep,
And hope that I go back to sleep,
And again I pray my soul,
The blessed lord will keep.
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I hope that I may re-awake,
And find this spell is broken,
And I’ll return to days of yore,
When thoughtless words are seldom spoken.
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~Micky Dee~
…3-20-13…
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