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.