Når du er lei av virtualen

Under the cut is a short poem about why computers and a sedentary lifestyle annoy me more and more.

Who is flying off to the world of toys?
Who is left to wait quietly?
Resting against plush pillows?
To love, to hope, to dream

That our real world will return
In whose virtual world is the window?
And the night peach breaks through shoulder to shoulder
Through the prison of illusions into a man's home?

So whose computer games
have aged someone completely?
Whose butt has become unliftable?
Whose * can't rise at last?

My work has burned me to ashes
I've had enough of CAD and CAE
It has turned you into coal
Crap from Steam games.

And why aren't we sleeping together?
Once we were husband and wife.
Whose song is fading into blandness?
Whose mind has hardened with a crust?

Who is to blame? What to do next?
In short, give me your computer.
Let it fly through glass like plywood
All games and software info-com.

© AlexKaz May 25, 2019

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