The Genious is My Finger
My skull is very small and the world is very large
Both are so fragile and so very hard to comprehend
Physical things filtered like washing sand in the surf
Counting the number of clicks it takes to pretend
To get what I need to know, not always what I understand
Is inventing what is right and proving what is wrong
Not waiting for anything like truth to come along?
Something is very sterile about the World Wide Web
Because it doesn’t smell like bacon or taste like bread?
Weeding out some unexpected truth from being told
Just move my finger…click….move it again…click
I don't need a mind that thinks I just need my finger
Now look at me and see how I’ve become an expert, too
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:Sometimes I am overwhelmed with all unfiltered information just streaming into my head....I need that quiet time to be thoughtless as simply just watching rain dropping into a puddle....