
Rode me down Statz-Platz.
Search hotels I could dwell in.
Linking the hyper– up to all th’-nets
Search-engine’s set to find digital gets.

My i-Pad‘s gone hay-wire;
M’laptop‘s on hold;
My back-up’s still Fire-wire;
I’m grabbin’ coins gold;
My brain’s in some Cloud;
My hotspot’s too cold;
And your ring-tone‘s too loud
If your version’s too old.

Rode me down Statz-Platz.
Look’d in Windows—real-time—
Left my ride, going Hands-Free to
Truck’d down the Ave.s— Pod’s ear-buds thrummin’
Both m’lungs breathing
In all of that Analog air.

My i-Pad‘s gone hay-wire;
M’laptop‘s on hold;
My back-up’s still Fire-wire;
I’m grabbin’ coins gold;
My brain’s in some Cloud;
My hotspot’s too cold;
And your ring-tone‘s too loud
If your version’s too old.
-Xper Dunn Jan. 6th, 2013
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