Oh how wonderful it was,

That first lighted window to other worlds

Where we became gods to watch so many

Live and die their lives for us.

We saw wars and chores, bores and lies,

The brainwashed, the unwashed,

The knights of good in hoods or spurs or tights.

The assembly line moves on

Models living and made of steel or glass

Or composites made of things we can't define

Until it came a time

To look upon that wonderful thing

And label it outmoded, dull, a distant disappointment

To match the empty soul we made by doing nothing

But watch a flat world move

To shun

The three-D places behind that scary door.