Machines of Loving Grace!? Ha Ha Ha... Oh the Irony.
All Clobbered Over Machines Of Careful Coyness
As it lures me,
(that glow, oh how luminous!),
I feel my fingers crawl and prance,
The keybinds click and the textile dances,
My hands, sporadic, blitzing through it all,
Crack! Eek! My fingers convulse,
I can’t stop now, just one more word,
One more letter, and I’ll finally be free.
As it lures me,
(I can’t resist!)
I feel the oily grip tighten
Each click a new step, a new journey,
Every url and refresh, I’m back to square one,
A jingle of colors, but they tune out the melody,
That sweet, sweet call, of my mother for supper,
Poof! A button pressed, and I’m left in the rays of an empty world.
As it lures me,
(It and I are almost one!),
I feel myself warped into it,
Like a cast of Jumanji, intertwingled eternally,
The faint, haunting glow embraces me so,
Its comforting demeanor and open suggestions,
Present such electronic charisma as to grapple my whole self,
And as the final snap warps me into its exoskeleton,
I feel all clobbered over by these machines of careful coyness.
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