changes

I’ve stormed my brain
Thought of blue skies
Left my box, and helicoptered
With the guys

I’ve thought laterally, literally
But now I am stuck
Brain dead, exhausted
And ready to chuck

This new fangled language
Into the bin.
How can a fogey,
Know what is in?

I’ll do my best
I’ll give it my all
But as for texting
I’m lost. lol