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Samuel Avital
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Samuel Avital
InternetOye
Samuel Avital
Samuel Avital
 InternetOye Jargon is not yet mainstream but getting there slowly not a lot of robots talk to others most people only dimple at the expense of sameness others less. Abbreviations eye will dismiss having touched on this in lots of fables poems stories clutches portents of the internetted future web is slowly squeezing us to death. How long will it be until people eat the web pages and skip real food too much some people are too skinny they sit too long in front of computor reading threw the lunch time filling eyes but nothing in the stomach tummy protesting all the information and the added use of air. Brimstone on white and hold the mayo mustard write the email just to mee.  Remembering rather fondly now of the Salvation Army hall on Sunday they always apologized for having ONLY trays stacked high with ONLY sandwiches on them for the guys and they filled tables full of clothes for all the poor to take a tee shirt with an adage do not advertise the beer please and so no one could wear anything from Budweiser or Shultz beer they make some great looking tee while eye am penning this I'm eating a real sandwich from the Circle K and not signed in to any place to stay. The people were not always nice but never perfect living on the edge they way they do they did just fine. Eye shudder to think what iff eye was a gatekeeper and turning all the drunks and more of them away. The users of a computor room are as varied as a smorgasbord of sausages they peer at peerage looking at the screen as iff its god, then marking time with full screen games and email added ons.  The pop up ads are the result of free marketing ploys to sap the rest of eye imagine the revenge of nerds in offices who finally have a free hand and can put anything and everything on the drawing board and still get paid it's amazing to watch a little man with glasses dancing like Samuel Avital over which insurance he can now choose for his old car still up on blocks beside the tractor to make a grown man cry. The best thing eye found all day was the woman on the cell phone talking in a sultry voice she said QUOTE eye am in the lieberry now NO eye can't talk like that just now ENDQUOTE this has made me ecstatic in my thinking that just mabe being in the public eye has made her a better person at least for another hour or five. The smell of an innocent vanilla bean rivals that of a shot of hourglass whiskey. Taken neat it makes the greatest movie replete with repetitions of the most notable internet joke just revealed to me. The Doctor is talking to the patient. The patient is being patient with the doctor. Suddenly he stands up. There is no hope. She is weeping. Oh Doctor what's wrong tell me eye am a strong woman. You have a harddrive for a heart your memory is just a mortor board your input monitors are red and bleary. Your Voice chip is missing. You need a tune up of your soft shelled hardware. Your flash drive is missing and only flashing warnings on the windows silled with Microsoft particles may be able to save the program. She is very silent and suddenly she brightens up for she is Jewish and she smiles Well it could be worse if eye die you get no payments on your bill. And suddenly the Doctor Smyde is silent too for he is Jew. Oye.


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