Our Technological Society.

Here a beep, there a beep, everywhere a beep,
The beep which does awake the spirit keep,
And just will not let it sleep.

But as exhaustion slowly on the soul does creep,
Stress means the whole must weep,
Until it in the end does into anger leap.

Then so anger can its harvest reap,
It around will troubles heap,
Until it at last away the beep can sweep.

---March 3, 2007---

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