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This started out as a poem about my job, then took a little twist.   Here's another frontrunner-created poem.

All the letters on the surface of the paper laying there

Are arranged in ranks inviting my accommodating stare

And while I look upon them to decipher what they mean

It seems as though they're mocking me, and daring to be seen

In order to determine what the words there really say

I must first put on my glasses, then I'll see them on display

They have context now in sentences and paragraphs now flow

And behold, I can discover what they're wanting me to know

And now they are transformed from their existence on a page

To a digital device where they're lit up just like a stage

So they show in multi-color and with underline and bold

And they're linked to stuff from everywhere with info to behold

So You see I'm not just reading all this dreary text no more

But I'm doing other things that are right there so they won't bore

I can play a game or see a flick, or take a test online

I can chat with friends, and email too, or find a place to dine

I can social network, tweet and text, and check my bank account

I can shop for anything I want, if it can just be found

I can map the world, and pictures take, and make a movie cool

And all this stuff and much more too I do outside of school

My virtual world inside my phone can all my life reveal

It's such a place to spend my time, it's better than what's real

So now I'm thinking back upon the words with their content

And I can't recall at all just what that boring text stuff meant

Now I ask you please don't offer me the words within a book

That's boring stuff and honestly it's not worth any look

And don't tell me to spend my time perfecting how I read

'Cause it's way too stale and way too old for me to give it heed

It's time for  books to die, they're just not worth a bit of time

And I don't know why you're reading this, unless it's for the rhyme

A picture's worth a thousand words, at least that's what they say

So where's the movie for this text that's written here today?