Death of Information

Being left behind, in a world of information
People now the focus, seeking justification
Houses of culture, all the books we spurn
Connecting to the Cloud, all books can burn
Then the day will come, when the Cloud flies away
And all of us wish, that the books had stayed

Making a Deal

Wanting something, seen in your path
All fired up, now doing the math
Next comes research, finding the best
Suddenly shocked, just as you guessed
The value plummets, seems so unreal
Such a difference, making a deal

The AlFiebet – A

A is for anger, that you can display
When you are upset, much to my dismay
A is for anger, when the world is mean
Then you will lash out, with words so obscene
A is for anger, your passion running wild
Countering my calm self, leaving me beguiled

Tell Me Like It Is

I’ll ask the question, while you reply
Tell me like it is, or we say goodbye
I want to help, now give yourself a chance
Tell me like it is, so we stop our dance
Let us work together, stop resisting me
Tell me like it is, so I can be free