Dilettante

I am no longer the declarative, so bold

Nor am I the forgotten recluse, so cold

Relinquish my orthodox views, so old

Do not allow myself into the false Fold.

The flickering screen beckons, so chaste

A screen refusing to load, my haste

I just need to will this world away, oh the taste

The tone rings out a sole label, Disgrace

Resist the drift into technological Space.

Hear the chant of my

My busy, yet

New persona; in

Name a Jack of All Trades that masters Nothing

-Dilettante