Ennui

Before getting into this new poem, which I’ve just finished, I thought I’d have a bit of a relevant rant. Mobile phone coverage aint the best out here, so I often find myself going days without using mine (Shock Horror!). This morning when I checked my phone, which prompted my muse in the end, I noticed that I 6 new SMS messages. All from my good friend Mike;
“At the pub mate, come along- my shout?”
“You coming in Stace? We’ll be here for a while longer”
“Where you at S?”
And so on. My point being, Mike was so damn used to just texting his mates that he didn’t think to just call me so I could head down for a bloody pint! (‘scuse the French)

As someone who doesn’t have of these so called ‘smart phones’, because I have a Computer for the web, I’m not savvy to their GPSMS ways. Anyway, missing out on the occasional beer prompted me to write this song- enjoy.

Ennui-
The dust on the ground, and the trees stand tall-
Hold that though, I’ve just got to make a call
There aint no time for calm and stress
I’ve got to send my boss another SMS
Y’see we keep in contact all the time
And to not answer- hey, what a crime
Cos what’s the point of the setting sun
If a picture message cannot be done?

I love talking, love having a chat
Love shooting the breeze and all that
But I’d rather take my time with speech
And suggest you all to practice this preach
Do we really need poetry for this?
Can’t we just avoid this Language Abyss?
Keep our words whole, our scenery described
Need I offer the setting sun as a bribe?