I sing to thee, O Internet,
O muse of modern men, Or would, if I could only get The notes out, through my pen. The song that Homer sang, the Greeks Set down upon the page. The rhyme I set to paper seeks The Web, this day and age. As written word replaced the voice, So keyboard hath my ink. Of tools to aid the mind, our choice Doth ever change, I think. The medium tomorrow may Make heir unto the air We now know not, though we may say Today it isn’t there. A pox upon thee, Internet! Thou digitize my views Right off the page: from thee I get The electronic blues. |
I Suffer an e-Change, or, Electronic Blues
Originally published in
SUL News Notes,
Vol. 5, no. 4,
Jan. 26, 1996.
1st web edition posted
7/29/2008.
This page last updated
9/20/2013.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
1996-2013 by Brian Kunde.