A comical verse written to make a point about social networking and writing. Not to be taken too seriously. Hence the title.
Image by Ivan Walsh via Flickr
I dream of Cyberspace,
Where fantasies come true.
At least that’s what they tell me:
Into pastures new.
They tempt us with their adverts,
And make us click and click.
Encourage us to banter:
They must think we are thick.
New friends, they are suggested;
They make us write and write.
Addicted to their forums,
We type all through the night.
We make our social networks,
And play those silly games.
Our souls sold to the Devil,
We even lose our names.
This verse will make no money,
Unless you click my ads.
(I never said that!)
I really have to go now,
To chase the latest fads.
Just flick over that page.
It’s the Electronic Age.
Paul Butters
Nice one 
we tend to forget that life was still meaningful before the arrival of internet.
Haha nice. But I grew up in the technology age
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