Technology is frustration.
Can’t turn it on, can’t get it off;
Understand the new language
Make everything work together.
Gone is simplicity;
Things everybody could do.
Golden days
Of “On”and “Off”;
One single box
To make it easy for you.
Today’s complications
Make you wonder
What’s the use,
How lame it is,
To be left behind; suffer
Your own TV’s abuse.
Carolyn Brunelle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-technology/
