In The Basement

Listening to Bowie,

Scary Monsters with kids,

Lego and dolls moving 'round as I write,

They've been playing so long,

Individually, with their friend, mind,

Four world's in the basement,

One battle base preparing for war,

A house with a family as it was meant,

My foot tapping to Up The Hill Backwards,

Do the words reach their ears?

How long can this go on, then I hear said,

"Dad, I am bored to tears."

So there you go,

Solitude's just so fun,

But as David says its just the vacuum,

'Cre'ted by the arrival of freedom'.

Go!

Let me just get this in,
Don't expect much of it,
Don't be disappointed nothing is learned,
That's the world, isn't it?

There's too much to get done within each day,
Not like pre Internet,
I don't really know what I'm saying now,
I sound like an old curmudgeonly git,

It is because the world I grew up in,
Was completely diff'rent,
And I'm left here to navigate this one,
And still stay relevant.

I gotta go!
No time for all this crap,
Let's just say that no matter what happens,
I will not stop attempting to adapt. 

Poetry Daredevil

Right now I am driving,
On the highway, okay!
I am speaking to my phone, who's listening,
And writing what I say,

This is something we only dreamed about,
My own generation,
When we dialed up into the Internet,
Like rocket boots and teleportation,

Sure, what I am doing is dangerous,
But so is all progress,
If no one risked their lives trying new things,
Chicks would still need a dress.

We all want change,
But, it is up to us,
The world will be what it is, otherwise,
Where poems are writ with no sense of rush.,