J. Michael Ward

Web Developer, Drummer, and Teller of Bad Jokes

Tech Support

All around me, people were staring, as I gazed deeply into the face of my cell phone.
The phone, too, stared, and I was awash in radiant light.
People began to talk.
They began to whisper.
They told me secrets, about how I was:

Rude

Inappropriate

Poor-mannered

I looked back, and their faces glowed too,
As if they’d eaten something grey with no defining features,
Like the flesh of ones and zeroes.
They swallowed it whole in groups of ten.
Groups of tens of tens.
Devouring ones and zeroes, to infinity,
Where knowledge is the only currency.
I looked again, and the whole room was ablaze in electronic luminance.
So many liars,
So many deceitful messengers.
They looked at me like I was one of them,
And I was.