Poetry: Turbo Donkeycart

Clip-clop
the unhurried trot
So many lay
vicarious claim to the techonological
rush
marvelling at and revelling in
the gadget-filled veneer of
Progress
But otherwise at at standstill
Or at best
A mule's pace
Preening like the jackrabbit
Who can't see
he's no longer in the race
So quick to show
How much we have
But anxious really to mask
how little
we have produced
So much acquired
so little
Created
Still the ersatz rush
continues unabated
We sadly have not shed
An affinity to the whip
And many prefer
to ride in others' boats
than to build the ship
We present motion
As progress
and mistake mere
Presence
for prowess
On the economic Autobahn
were' a
Turbo Donkeycart