Software’s not a thing you wear,
Has no substance, I declare.
To wear a sock or shirt is fair,
It might be soft but is not ware.
Wear is warm or cool and nice,
Ware is hard and cold as ice.
Order this and pay for that,
More control is where it’s at.
Husbands, boys and girls and wife,
Now a phone controls each life.
Full control is round the bend,
A-eye will get us in the end.
Control of all that’s under sun,
Is a lethal, loaded gun.
Albert Reeve, Gibsons
