OK Google

OK, Google: I am trapped,  

Nothing speaks upon this land.

Deserted, scared, alone I am!

Oh, solitude is overblown—

Frost, Thoreau, and Dickinson--

fathom can I not their praise

of life secluded in the woods.

No water, food, blanket, or books--

no one but Google gives relief.

A click, some taps, a scroll.

And help is at my fingertips,

reaching from the world’s edges

and wrapping around the word, one word:

Google, and I’m no longer scared,

helpless, or alone:  Google, a gift.

Some say it’s evil, makes us lazy

And not as active as before;

But how blame you who’s brought to us

convenience everywhere, and guides

to roads, to food—to everything. 

With Google’s help I’m freed from hunger,

thirst and loneliness, I’m warm

and cozy, and enjoying now

the solitudes of Frost, Thoreau,

and Dickinson (all from Google, as well~ :)