Nowl
By Jim Clifford
I saw the best minds of my generation
sit in coffee shops
laptops propped up like rows of tombstones.
They stare down, as if visiting a cemetery.
I hear Eleanor Rigby’s "look at all
the lonely people."
Imagine a world free of Holy Mother Media
and its Ministry of Truth
It’s easy if you try.
What a Brave New World
where the first cell was a phone.
They walk the streets like zombies,
eyes dead, talking to themselves.
Readers from "Fahrenheit 451" ?
No. They are not memorizing books
which will be burned
for taking up space and trees.
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