Poem250 is about the new breed Of technochicks, cyberbabes Loose on the Net, Crawling the web Like black widows About to devour us all; Pray before your altars, Mates, if you can find them, Because they are out in force Hunting us down and Sharpening their wicked smiles-- ;) And nothing will ever be the same! Technochads are losers one and all Ill equipped to survive the onslaught Of the NeXT generation, technochicks loose The Second coming, the Apocalypse Of the Goddess, the looming thick walled Armegeddon of womb versus shaft surfing, In verses out, love versus hate The inverse square law Of perversity's reverse discourse Yanking the yang right outta yin Which reminds one of the sword Young Arthur should never have drawn! It's a technochick invasion Of the world, of innerspace-- Cramming, jamming, ramming Their free thought explosion, Overloading the world wide In a freelove victory over all.
Reason for writing:
The cyberial ocean is chock full of a whole new intelligentsia. This is a humorous warning for the reckless flirts diving without looking into the surf of this dangerous new tide.
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