At Home with Tech

Last week, BlackBerry announced an almost billion dollar quarterly loss, fueling speculation that the fat lady has already sung. I’ve been happily using a BlackBerry at work for the past nine years, and I’m not pleased at the prospect of losing my little buddy with its old-school keyboard buttons. But what can one do to sooth the pain of this inevitable loss? Of course… write a poem!

Ode to the End of BlackBerry

A billion dollar loss
Who could guess?
The mighty BlackBerry
What a mess

It’s on my belt
Wherever I go
I’m on the job
It fuels my mojo

I tap away
My message clear
It is so fast
I have no fear

My iPhone’s great
But when I try
To send a text
Quick on the fly

The auto correct
It makes a mess
It sometimes says things
I must confess

When email’s the thing
BlackBerry can’t be beat
Those tactile buttons
They’re such a treat

But a simple machine
You don’t want anymore
It really has to do all
BlackBerry hits the floor

Kicked to the ground
Others are shining
There is no hope
Cause no one’s buying

I’m still a big believer
But this is not contemporary
There’s no denying the odds
You’ll soon see the obituary

The Borg will soon provide
Workers with their new tech
Corporations shall survive
But I’ll simply say ‘bleck’

Life was glorious
BlackBerry years happy
All good things must end
Time to call my Pappy

He tells me how
In the days before time
People just talked
Then had a glass of wine

Life was simpler he says
No tech was needed
Face to face was the way
To sow what you seeded

But I attribute it
To the gloss of the past
Just like his 8-track tapes
They were quickly outcasts

Survival of the fittest
It is not that existential
Evolution transcends all
No tech is forever special