Today’s the day
I signed my life away.
And on the pixelated line
The world began to decline
For family and friends
Followed me to the end.
Yet from the ashes I rise,
To find Classmates, Neighbours and Social Saviours,
That I have arrived.
...due to technological reform.
But at what price I hear you say,
For no work and all this play?
The Father of Beatrice and Benedick, I dare say
Would grumble, due to the linguistic fumble.
Yet we are content, if it can be defined,
What is on your mind.