Luddite (Within Reason)
Resurrect the Luddite gene!
Raise the axe! Kill the machine!
Its use is seldom credible
in products that are edible.
A bread machine for making bread?
Ban that idea from your head.
Bread manufactured should be banned.
The nobler loaf is shaped by hand.
Lasagna, too, it is a fact,
is better manually stacked.
Those frozen ones from Costco? Toss ‘em!
For no machine knows how to sauce ‘em!
Torillas handmade pat by pat?
You simply can’t improve on that.
But I admit I’m not that keen
on ones that come from a machine.
South of the border, arts abound
on almost every wall they’re found.
All over town, the artists stand
creating murals there by hand.
Art that’s produced digitally?
It will simply never be
as satisfactory to me
as this handmade artistry.
The stately dome, even and round,
in Mexico is often found.
With bricks, cement and lime and sand—
it’s true that they are made by hand!
I admit that a brick wall
is hardly any view at all.
The only worse thing in a town
is when you find one tumbled down!
But Mexico excels at walls.
Hand-stacked, a stone wall rarely falls.
And they are things of beauty, too,
and add, not detract, from the view.
I find that I can best assuage
my aches with a hands-on massage.
Our massage chair bought for beaucoup bucks?
Truthfully? It really sucks.
And yet, I know that many lean
in preference to the machine.
I must admit, though I am wary,
that certain ones are necessary.
Elevators beat the stairs.
Electric shavers best cut hairs.
(Those signs extolling Burma Shave
belong outside a caveman’s cave.)
And I admit the movie sector
clearly needs its film projector.
Doctors? X-rays. Dentists? Drills.
Pharmacists? Machine-made pills.
And I am sure I’d really balk
If I were forced to always walk,
so cars and trucks would make my list
of machines that should exist.
I could live if forced to brave
this world without my microwave,
but take my Wifi? Don’t you dare!!!
Some things are better sent by air!
I must admit, I had totally forgotten writing this poem, which is about 3 years old. If you’ve been writing blogs for awhile, I heartily recommend that you go back and read some from three years ago or older. You will probably be surprised––like reading something someone else has written. Or perhaps your memory is better than mine. At any rate, hope you enjoyed this again if you’ve been following for that long and for the first time if you haven’t.