Technology's spread o'er the land.
Everyone had a cell phone in hand.
We're all just so busy
I'm starting to get dizzy.
Ain't the 21st century grand!
— Julie Taylor

As we key-click through two-thousand eight
We may rank our E-output as great.
We may drag till we drop
And exhaust Photoshop,
But where power goes out, we're just freight.
— Carol B. Quist

We launch rockets to places afar
Heal wounds with nary a scar
But what's got me perplexed
Is why no one can fix
The huge pothole that swallows my car.
— Jay Adams

I ask you all when you're blogging
To consider the bandwidth you're hogging.
If you find that today
You've nothing to say,
Please spare the Web bytes and go jogging.
— Laura Middleton

With cell phones we're ever so mobile
Up to our ears with them local and global —
Used to be calls from a "cell"
Meant we'd landed in jail

After Saturday night's latest foibles.
— Molly Wetzel

We're in the age of futurity,
When to get through airport security,
No liquids, no knives
If you want to arrive
With any degree of surety.
— Curt Bench

The age of the "Idol" is dawning,
Of jocks and celebs we are fawning,
For success we all vote
As our winners we dote,
While on critical matters we're yawning!
— Nancy Allen

Gas prices continue to rocket,
Draining every purse and pants pocket.
Is there any belief
That I'll see much relief
Except to take my car and to hock it?
— John Marlo Bowen

Though I'm not a young, up-to-date girl
In the gadget-filled, mind-boggling whirl
Where gerontology
Resists technology,
Still I'm amazed to watch more unfurl!
— Carolyn Joyner Freebairn

I remember when phones had a cord,
When a reliable car was a Ford.
Now with gadgets and high tech
I'm swamped up to my neck
And I forget where my memory is stored.
— David Coles

Textin's a mystery, it occurred,
'Cause talking is faster, I've heard.
But not for those teens
Whose thumbs are the means
Of conversing with nary a word.