When out shopping
I was assailed by fears,
Machines were doing the counting.
Where were cashiers?
The food aisles were empty.
A notice read:
‘Go shop with your computer.
Use the internet instead!
Suddenly I realised
That people had been banished.
Friendly smiles, “Good morning,”
These courtesies had vanished.
Back at the computer
I stared glumly at the screen
Thinking of the unemployed
And what this could mean.

No communication
On a daily level.
Perhaps the internet
Had been inspired by the Devil.
As a tool of separation?
Although the world connects
With written conversation
Which one gradually expects.
Now our food is brought
Right to the front door.
This must be from an angel
So I’ll complain no more!


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