(Poem posted on the Homeland blog)
Computer boy, you're much too old To be a computer boy. Someday you may see you've been sold, That you've fallen for a stupid ploy. You think you made the choice To spend your life in La-La Land But really you were raised to have A weak will and a weak hand. (Chorus:) Poor, poor computer boy. Just too weak to live. Unless he has that glowing screen He has nothing to give. Fifty years from now A comrade may awake you And when you see what you've lost and how, It hopefully won't break you. Fifty years of wholesome living, Fifty years of youth passed up. Everything that you've accomplished Could fill a stupid little cup.