Listen up! Life is not lived on silicon chips; live life unplugged.
How do you marry, carry on, raise kids on chips? Can’t! Be unplugged.

Keep your finger from that power key, or anything with a screen,
Doesn’t mean you died with your world fried, merely that you unplugged.

Busted! Opened my laptop landing; faceless hordes rushed my email
shrieking, the world is ending; send money now! Not when unplugged.

Writing a lonely letter, one that needs no @ or subject field,
just paper, pen, a stamp, a hand that doesn’t shake, equals unplugged.

To hell with “sent”, scrap the cyber amps, the headache-baking screens for
sexy scratches, my pen making paper love, me making unplugged.