Overload by Electronic

Alert, alert, alert, stop what you are doing

Something’s happening, happening now

Sounds are coming, my pocket is humming

Smartphone pinging, sometimes ringing

Delivering the modern type of singing

All my reminders sound exactly the same

Doctor’s appointments and dance recitals

Morning meeting or lunch with the boss

Dinner date, I can’t be late

Time to run, time for fun, time for sun

I’ve scheduled them all electronically

So I wait and listen what’s in store for me

The irritating nudges to get us to budge

Bells and whistles play their endless tune

Electronic interactions at midnight and noon

All the seconds, minutes, and hours between

We ponder and pause, perhaps to glean

What’s coming up next in our hectic lives?

Since we’ve forgotten things with no device

Call me, but I’ll have to look up my own number

But don’t wake me from my digital slumber

My tablet and phone keep getting smarter

Can’t you see what I’m really after?

Soon I’ll use my phone for almost everything

My ears slowly numbing from the steady ring

At the ready, that’s my future plan

A beep says “breaking news” – turn on C-span

Yet another squawk says abort that idea

Some kind of invasion happening in Crimea

Hold, a text message in coming through

Reminding me to pay my gardening crew

Endless lists of social media notifications

I’m trapped in electronic damnation

Can’t curb the need for information

Surf the web for migration or litigation

Or depreciation, corrugation, even castration

I need some causation to initiate cessation

Pull the plug, cut the cord, maybe then I’ll be bored

The sounds will echo inside my head

A disease of the youth and quite widespread

Electronic device addiction syndrome they say

Plugged into the wide world web all day

Someone please stop the voluminous tones

There’s no safe place, not even home

My router stares with its blinking lights

Like a sentinel stripping me of all my rights

The suburbanites must consume the gigabytes

Simply to serve the provider’s delights

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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