THE WEB IS TOO MUCH WITH US
The Web is too much with us, late and soon.
Clicking and sending, we lay waste our powers.
Little we see in cyberspace that’s ours.
We have given our blogs away, a sordid boon.
This browser that consumes our afternoon,
This screen at which we sit for countless hours
Googling aimlessly through birds and flowers,
Our speakers blaring some downloaded tune,
They move us not. — Great God! I’d rather be
A luddite suckled in some chipless bourne
So might I, far from plastic mouse or key,
Dismiss the Worldwide Web with holy scorn,
Not click on every banner ad I see
Or spend my days and nights exploring porn.
|