Microwave

One of the team leaders at work feels it’s necessary to ring a bell to let his team know it is break time.
Like - after months of working here they can’t figure it out.
“Come on cows it’s milking time”!!!!!!
Damn this workplace makes me feel like a child!!
“Excuse me Sir… can I go to the toilet?”


Organised control has my temples churning.
I want to break technology and run away into the wild.
Bury my face in a book, not Facebook.
Wi Fi, Infrared, HD, 3G, killing me.
How long will it be before our brains adapt to pick up these signals without a device?
LOL, WTF?
Even language was been LOST 
Our technology is sending us bonkers.

A river with a raft, flowers, and a cat, a lovely, girl a child and maybe some chickens, that’ll do me.
But instead I opt in for Outlook, Google, GPS, and Blue Ray.

Won’t someone join me away from the flashing LED lights?
In that seldom place where we can actually enjoy the stars.
Progress, they say.
When will we stop being proud and instead become humble?
Yes we can build a tower of gold, but like Babel, with a click, it could all fall down.
Run away with me and we shall recall when it was all so simple.