Too true Abraham - when we find a place of solitude
invariably we must keep it to ourselves, keep mum,
or else the mob will soon descend and wreck this green
sanctuary.
It happens not like bees buzzing, but through viral internet
where news is seen and spreads faster than a bacterium
I write one email, one sms, and it is broadcast and viewed
on the little mobile screen and located on google world
It is listed in the Lonely Planet, then oh yes it is lost
to the motel, hotel, a Wal-mart, a Mac D, and in short
space of time, everyone is sharing my place of solitude
As to the homemaker, or if you will, your Eve,
she is not allowed these days, akin to a blow -up doll,
she is a kind of pornography, a kind of slave
so Abraham, better to seek love and equality
whether it be man or woman, you must share,
though unfortunately as you would have us lounge
in some shaker furniture and listen to the trill
of summer birds, while we sit at the village green
next to the duck pond, there is a distinct possibility
that Miriam, we will call her that, will soon connect
with the cyberworld and look for another fellow
on the equivalent to Amazon, those shopping for love
someone will take her, your future is a carpe dium,
but you knew that, city boy, as you sat reading Playboy.
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