Plugged In

I feel sorry for society
Always "plugged in"
I watch people run around
With blackberrys in talon hands
Waiting for that email from work
Or that all important Facebook comment.

What has society got to now?
Is this what Da Vinci left us?
A group of hive mind technophiles?
What ever happened to comic books?
They went online and since then
Sales have plummeted.

I laugh as I watch Next Gen,
Smile as I see Locutus.
I smile 'cuz I know him.
I know him very well.
All these people with mush for brains
plugged into their devices.
Sharing thoughts over Twitter instantly.

I sit on the subway watching you.
Yes you there with the Kindle.
You never will know the feel of
a brand new book from the store.
'Cuz society is circling the drain
And only I can see it.
Everyone is plugged in.

I can see a day, not too far away,
When my children's children
Can't speak, or read real books.
It will have been taken away
by iPods and Facebook and Twitter.

When I see the Matrix now I weep.
Because it isn't science fiction,
at least it isn't any more.
I guess my name is Neo,
and I alone am not plugged in.

I have yet to bow before your
heathen gods Tom, Mark,
Jack, Bill or Larry.
I sit here at my laptop
Waiting for the endgame
'Cuz its me alone against
The population of the world.


Whatever happened to
Anonymous, that sage
poet and philosopher of long ago?
I heard that he died,
And you know what killed him?
Facebook and X-Box Live
Twitter and Myspace

I weep as I see humanity
as we are drained by sentient machines
Used as their power source.
I am no longer plugged in,
an agent of Morpheus
the watcher with 1,000 eyes.
I sit here on the Matrix (at least for now)
making this promise to the world.
"Anything is possible" and one day the
Matrix will be down. I so declare it.