POEM
Cast
Out From My Garden of Beadin'
I
should have stuck to simple beads
That satisfied my simple needs.
But I got bored, I lost the thread
Switched the computer on instead
And now it's messing with my head.
I
flitted like the butterflies
In search ofsome elusive prize.
And pretty soon I'd spent all day:
A little chat... a read... a play...
It's a jungle out there. I lost my way.
Exploring,
searching, in so deep
I didn't eat, I didn't sleep
Always just one more thing to see
Some tempting fruit hung on a tree
My inner voice persuading me.
A
serpent friendly and beguiling
And not-so-innocently smiling:
Go on. You know you want to. Eat.
The fruit is wild, it's free, it's sweet.
Just give in. You deserve a treat.
And
once I'd got those browsing habits
They
multiplied like eager rabbits.
And in my jungle warm and sunny
There's now lots more than just one bunny:
They are a plague. And that's not funny.
Those
tiny feet went pitter-patter
Just like my keyboard. Didn't matter.
And now I've stayed there much too long
Lost in the birds' enticing song.
Before I knew it, I'd gone wrong.
And
if it's wrong, can I be blamed?
I'm not unhappy, not ashamed.
It may be love, or just a crush;
But anyway, what is the rush?
The fruit is ripe, the leaves are lush...
It
started out as just amusing,
It's all mixed up now, so confusing.
How can I know what's wrong or right
What's sickening, and what's delight?
The threads and wires are clinging tight.
A
tangled web with big fat spiders
Who lured me in. Come, sit beside us.
Buzz with the bees. Admire the flowers.
Succumb to our hypnotic powers
And surf our net for hours and hours.
It's
like a curse. Too late to lift it.
You'd need some heavy plant to shift it
To plough on through to where you'd find me
Break the addiction-chains that bind me
Cut loose the cables, and unwind me --
Only
to find the truth is hateful.
I won't comply. I won't be grateful.
I live here now. I'm quite enslaved.
It's given me the fix I craved.
Thanks, but I don't want to be saved.
So...
am I right? Who cares -- I'm happy.
I've stitched a necklace uber-crappy.
Well? Is it ugly, is it pretty?
I want your vote, if not your pity.
You can decide. This ends my ditty.
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