Thank you for the invitation to post poetry. I wrote a fresh poem this morning that I would like to share.
[NOTE: I recently graduated to a new shiny laptop last week with Windows 11, and advancing to a new browser (BRAVE) that was recommended by my technical advisor as he was installing the new laptop for me. Good stuff! Right? Meanwhile all of my passwords have been left on my old, crashed lappy and I cannot retrieve them. This has been the end of my Gaia password for my original account of BatChic (since 2006) and my gmail account password associated with my BatChic account. The following poem speaks of my desperation around these events.]
Does Gmail Run My Life?
Does Gmail run my life?
Is the laptop my husband
And am I the Internet Wife?
Gmail gives me the say-so
As to which online sites I can go.
The log-in ritual is a curse
And gaining Gmail entrance permission
seems much worse.
Does Gmail run my life?
Is the laptop my husband
And am I the Internet Wife?
Gmail has locked me out
Of my cybernetic space
And I watch the IRL world go whizzing by
At a break-neck pace.
My significant other
Gives me a quizzical look --
But I cannot answer. . .
I want to avoid a log-in with Facebook.
If Gmail gives the say-so
As to which online sites I can go --
Whom is managing whom?
Gloom layered on gloom.
SO --
Does Gmail run my life?
Is the laptop my husband
And am I the Internet Wife?
Furthermore~ Gaia does not want to accept any other email accounts I have recently created with email providers like Yahoo and GMX.com. Gaia seems to be in league with Gmail. So, I am still straining my brain with a workaround --
But until this gets resolved --
~Clove Boheme (a new account)
speaking for
BatChic
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