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Techno-chronically Speaking
As ever farther humans race
Into the community “Cyberspace”
There’s sure to be a need for names
To stick on our new “GUI” pains
For instance, if you Text so much
Your chin and chest now always touch
I think “Text-Neck” would nicely do
To best explain what’s ailing you
Much like those sweets that rot your teeth
When Cell phones take, just like a thief
The joy of face to face away
That should be called “Blue-Tooth-Decay”
Though mice you really know they ain’t
If PC mouses make you faint
The “I-Hate-PC-Meeses-To-Pieces”
May be the syndrome your fear releases
For those who simply fall apart
Each time their I pad’s slow to start
Or someone asks to use it please
“Pad-Paranoia’s” your disease
And though to turn a Kindle’s page
With just one finger’s all the rage
“Dwindling-Spindling-Kindling-Midgets”
Is what they’ll call your out of work digits
But Laptop Apps we cannot trust
May in the end quell all our lust
For none’s so chaste as to assume
From “Lap-Apps-Clap” they’ll be immune!
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