Living 1.0

My ride’s not a shiny racing car
nor the best 4 by 4 by far,
worse than a rusty pile of shite,
I prefer to ride my old man’s bike.

My phone won’t play a jingly tune,
nor tell me if we’ll get there soon,
unable to quickly photograph my navel,
I use a cube where no-one’s cut the cable.

I don’t have a computer in my pocket,
my life a local copy, in case I drop it,
no beeping panic when the zone is dead,
as I’ve placed it all inside my head.

I find new tech toys are dud,
but I’m not stupid, dull, or Ludd.
I’m just a guy who’s happy with his lot
Free from wanton nano-botic snot

I tell you now across the ether
use mind and body or you’ll have neither.
So how’d I email you my warning note?
Easy dude: I stole this Blackberry from your coat.

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