DanielYuen

Grey boxes
I sit and watch,I watch the world.
I hear voices of men,they talk in electronic voices.
No conversation but of soft click of buttons.
They have nothing to say--nothing to say.
Shut off the world,so the numbers and words on screen--
Could be more and mutiply but shun the friends.
Nothing to share,dont have to share.
An occassional curses otherwise silence.
Maybe they had grown more at ease talking to grey boxes
They dont fight back, they listen and they are patient.
They are now everywhere--in the office and at home.
Most of all--they never get sick of you.