It's All Too Much! (Future Shock Syndrome)

So much data: Information overload! And pop up ads of Pointless nonsense. Where The hell are we headed to? Does anyone have A detailed plan or purpose? We scurry around Radiant, virtual worlds, Like jaded gerbils On a never ending wheel. Surely, this can't be Happening! Our consciousness Is perhaps reduced... Indeed, corroded, rather Than expanded, on a Daily basis. Heaven help Us all! Seemingly, All this debris constantly Floats round cyberspace. It waits for us to pick it up, We're like scavengers At garbage dumps. That's the truth.