Clever poem, and so true about the information overload. I liked your rhyme scheme. The ending had me in stitches.
: INTERNET OVERLOAD
: Information
: ‘Matters not origination.
: Whether mis, dis, or true,
: I’m feeling quite blue.
: My tummy has gastrification.
: And my brain feels in danger of putrification.
: Oh woe is me.
: I’ll just turn off this PC.
: Go out and sit under the tree.
: Relax in the shade.
: And sip lemonade.
: Breathe in the pure air to relieve suffocation.
: Ah, that’s much better, think I’ll do meditation.
: But first, offer a toast to the joy of creation.
: The trill of a bird applauds my decision.
: And then with precision,
: And extreme jubilation,
: Drops a gift right on my third eye, much to my mortification.
: Oh shit – guess I’ll just jump into bed and cover my head.
: There are times when I just need a nap!
: Jill Campanella
