Ringing up has changed, the phone no longer rings.
But redundant telephonist’s can take some solace,
Where once it only rung, it now clangs and sings,
Or vibrates and can even send a very happy face.
No longer do we dial, today we coldly tap to connect.
Don’t slam down a phone, for it has a fearful outcome.
Details, phones in physical contact, now beam and collect,
Tis an unnatural violation of the private space for some.
But if you think today is too scary and well beyond the pall,
Tomorrow will be much worse when technologies intersect.
For now we’ve engineered a way, to embed in the brain, for all,
Microchips with which we will all easily to the internet connect.
Damn you politicians and your bloody NBN for now I’ll forever live in fear
Of a beaming fluro clad techno, bearing a cable, wanting access to my rear.