Dot com!

Not a bank around us, no one to advise,
Machines confuse our thinking and hurt our ageing eyes,
But no one here to speak to and no one knows your name,
‘Dot com’ Britain, is never quite the same.

Shopping on a keyboard, ordering online,
Browsing in the silence, lonely all the time,
Delivered in a hurry, taken in, then gone,
All a scam to get you, to carry on ‘Dot com’.

Not a world I’m used to, I was born to speak,
To say my ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘see you all next week’,
But computers rule our life now and they are hard and cold,
And ‘Dot com’ Britain doesn’t care if you are old.

Never in my lifetime have I hid away,
And never in my lifetime did I think that I would say,
That I would live my lifetime in anonymity,
NO!, ‘Dot com’ Britain,  does NOT appeal to me!

Mick
( Copyright Michael Westwood )