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      October 14, 2019Life Before the InternetCraig Kurtz

      Life before the internet
      was quite a bore, let’s not forget;
      you’d talk about the weather and
      assume that boredom’s what God planned;
      there really wasn’t much to do
      besides farming and hear cows moo;
      now, certes, there was beer to drink
      and lutes to strum, at least I think;
      at night you could always make love
      and hope kids you’re enamored of;
      but mainly it was lots of toil
      except those assholes born royal;
      now, life before the internet
      was, ‘neighbor, is the mail here yet?’;
      but then, most people couldn’t read—
      without Facebook, what was the need?
      The days were long, the nights were cold
      and porridge, friend, was nine days old;
      the holidays were poorly run
      since churches made sure they weren’t fun;
      you’d ask your buddies what was new—
      quotha, ‘there’s a war to go to’;
      there wasn’t much but next of kin
      unless you’d survive the famine;
      there were plague houses everywhere
      and shortages of underwear;
      ye tweeted not, nor instagrammed,
      ye went to sermons, or be damned;
      the middle ages were a bore—
      just google it if you’re not sure;
      yes, life before the internet
      was lame, just like tonight’s sunset;
      thank goodness we’re all more advanced
      and staring at cartoons, entranced.

      from #64 - Summer 2019

      Craig Kurtz

      “I write poetry for the same reason Alexander Pope did: ‘I nod in company, I wake at night / fools rush into my head, and so I write.’ It’s exorcism.”