Modern Times.
Living in the modern world is not my cup of tea
.Progress was supposed to liberate us, supposed to set us free
It seems you’re left to sail your craft, to paddle your own canoe
No matter how you try, no matter what you do,
Online shopping every week beats competing with the throng.
Till a message on the web says “ You’ve got your password wrong! “
“ And would you like another go to reset one more time?”
Says some young chap with acne, somewhere down the line.
You begin to think of some key phrase that enigma couldn’t crack.
But everytime you enter it, some smart arse sends it back.
He’s probably about eight years old and he’s hacking your machine.
Sending obscure messages, “Lord knows what they mean.”
Technology is not for me I’m just a simple chap
If you want to buy a cheese burger you have to have an app
Tap your card and off you go out of the shop you dash.
What was wrong with conversation, listening and cash?
No room for individuals; they make sure one size fits.
You can’t just buy a burger, it has to come with chips.
“ And would you lIke it bigger for an extra thirty P?”
“ Chance would be a fine thing !”the misses said to me
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Supermarket shopping,we do it for ourselves.
We scan and pack entirely on our own
We fight a war with robot tills,do everything but stack the shelves.
They’ve cut their workforce right down to the bone.
Our next door neighbour “Tommy”.
So good with pack and scanners
So cool under pressure always has good manners.
Promoted to Store Manager right there on the spot
He’d only called in Tesco to do his weekly shop.
So noble at the turnstile, progressive in the queue.
They bestowed on him a badge emblazoned NVQ.
Old Tommy packed his goods away efficiently and slick
We think that NVQ means that he was not very quick.
I lost my wind up wristwatch.
It just fell off my wrist.
I was on my way back from the pub.
Wobbly and ……. Drunk!
You can’t just get one like your old watch.
You must have one that’s smart.
It records your bodily functions
Warns you when you …… fart !
Like cattle to the slaughter,we follow like we ought’ta
Instructions from computers and machines.
They organise our life and even help us find a wife.
To folk like me, that’s just the way it seems
I’m just an old- old fuddy duddy. I’m just a simple man.
I don't have time for gigabytes, e-mailing and spam.
Surviving in the modern world not wishing to comply.
Living in the past before hip hop and WIFI
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Author:
Chris Duffy (
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Comments3
I'm with you. We never had these problems around the open fire.
Getting more grumpy by the day . Thanks for the feedback.
The idoit-see can get you down, but be of good cheer, it's only the world.
I enjoyed your poem, Chris. It made me laugh but it made me sad as well. Technology did made our lives easier but with a dark side right behind the corner which is different fir everyone.
Oh, and those self serving tills I really dislike them. What is the point anyway when a member of staff needs to be present all the time to oversee everything? Luckily in Croatia you have them only here and there, we still do it an old-fashion way 😁
Thank you Iva for your very kind words.
You old grouch....all too miserably familiar, Chris. Cheered me up immensely knowing I wasn't alone in the world! 🤣🤣🤣
I love a good moan Dave, don’t you?
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