Techno-Grandma
Grandma at the renaissance
of the age of the telephone,
when humans interjected and said,
“Number Please,”
when telephones were
the talk of the town,
a strange new phenomenon,
a new invention for the elite,
a “See what I bought” thing,
an “I’m better then you, you
lowest peon of the peons”
bragger gizmo,
a voice activator with
a real human voice inside
with a human operator speaking,
an electronical-less Sally
who actually eats and sleeps
and not an unresponsive cyborg Sally.
Grandma was a technological genius,
the owner of that state of the art
whatcha-ma-call-it bragger thing.
These days Grandma is
of the forsaken kind,
techno-less and conundrumish,
at the bottom of the techno genius scale
at the mercy of great grandsons
and granddaughters.
Poor, poor Grandma,
once on top of the techno world,
now just a lowly techno idiot.
Techno Grandma no more she is.
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