When did it all change?
and why wasn’t I warned
that opinions are fleeting
so swiftly out-moded
by the clamouring hordes
with nothing to say
broadcasting it twice daily
then bragging about hits and likes.
The vandal takes his graffiti
off the cement and bricks
and with no flare or art
scrawls on a thousand screens
and defiles a million eyes.
So unprepared;
some lament the losses
as others count the gains
made in targeted advertising
that everyone ignores
till the subconscious pipes up
eventually with uncalled for suggestions
The joker’s delivery
his wit and repartee
replaced by handing on a handset
and watching for the smile and nod.
And this progress
is somehow better than unbridled laughter?
So the raconteur dies
or becomes an oddball rarity
occasionally feasting on human contact
thriving with emotion’s ebb and flow
till he ends up a random guy
reduced to a tweet.
