ruthless technology

A Poem by deux oti

The cons of modern technology to an unskilled labourer

you ruthless technology
is it my fault
that school i didn't attend
is it my fault
that the knowledge i should lack
you have no one to feed
while my kids look up on me
you have no fees to pay
while my kids are not on holiday
so that they are home
you have no rent to pay
while my landlord is at the door
I tried sweeping the floors
but you bore the vacuum cleaner
I ran for the farms
but you bore the combined harvester
I opted for the postman's wages
but your selfish email robbed me again
if only i had the power
i would have boxed you
and driven you back to the abyss
as you continue starving me
please do me a fever
don't pack your smoke into it
Spare me the atmosphere