To app or not to app, that is the question.
Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer
The chance of losing your identity to the ether,
Where your life being altered by the powers
That control this life with computer takeover.
Into the arms of your God you need,
Need to go for your daily intake of life,
That life that is found within,
Within your cup of coffee.
But confusion reigns in the provision,
As the computer takes over my life,
Takes over my life once more.
And all I want is a cup of coffee.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2019 01:28
- Comment from author about the poem: The coffee shop that I go to several times a week gives a free coffee for every ten you buy, this was just put on a card that they scanned and worked very well. The 'powers that be' decided to do this on an app for one's 'phone. It was meant to start in July but has only just started as they could not get it to work, it is still a bit 'iffy' but it is so sad to me that computers are now controlling the coffee I drink. The Video is a tribute to Ginger Baker of Cream who died two days ago, I was there when Cream first hit the airwaves.
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Comments4
A fine write Gold. Well yes, a credit card company would not accept cash payment - card or cheque is OK. Doh!
A lot of fiddling about - bank clerk had to debit one account, and credit another account. Meanwhile the queue was getting longer.
A couple of clicks on computer may make life a bit easier and quicker I suppose (pay online as another option), but what about paying by cash still?!
I know a business that will not accept cheques, in case of fraud - methinks this is understandable I suppose. Bit of Shakespearian there, matching the tone of your poem: 'methinks'.
Goldie, a fine write and I am with you. Getting tired of all the apps. Even bought a watch again because I got tired of taking out my phone to see the time. Much faster to just look at your wrist.
Dammit a phone is a phone not a life controller! Mines for phone calls, texts (blast them) and if pushed a phot to record something important.... the rest is just a clutter that doesnt do what it says on the tin most of the time.
Rant over! Where's that coffee.
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