Pneumatic
Pneumatic odes upon the roads
Of rubber on the tarmac
They sing their songs of massive throngs
With luggage on their roof rack
For hours they roam afar from home
In search of relaxation
So on they speed to find their creed.
At last! The right vacation.
So first they park then disembark
Into a perfect landscape
With just a flick the Insta pic
Goes zooming to the netscape.
A thousand hours among the flowers
Yields just a dozen photos
But soon the likes of Facebook strikes
Their glorious views of meadows
And soon the thrum of tapping thumb
Comes buzzing o’er the network
The smartphone dings and their heart sings
To get more useless artwork.
Pneumatic odes upon the roads
The crowd spends all their money
All just to view some red green blue
I find it kinda funny.