Inundated!

 

 

Here is a word

That was hitherto unknown

But with social media platforms

It’s become my norm.

 

Inundated!

Not with work or rain

But the torrent of information

Is a mighty strain.

 

YouTube, WhatsApp,

Linked-in and Instagram,

Twitter now X and TicToc reels,

Information like sand.

 

And by the way

There is also Facebook

And several other social media

At which we look. 

 

Inundated!

Regarding the senders

And those who do not respond

Become offenders.

 

‘Tis almost impossible

To respond to all

So careful, selective prioritizing

Must be the call.

 

 

Inundated!

You see what I mean?

Such brain overload and fatigue,

One could scream.

 

All of this information

To daily assimilate

Can sometimes create an attitude

Of love and hate.

 

Loving the apps

But hating the exchange

Especially relating to the senders

That appear deranged.

 

Inundated!

And having to sift through

Inordinately lengthy articles

Is not easy to do.

 

How else to know

If it’s important or not

If one does not pay some attention

To the whole lot?

 

 

Inundated!

Overwhelmed and drugged

And no hope in the near future

For being debugged.

 

For what would we do

Without these apps

That make information as quick

As thunderclaps?

 

Inundated!

For the “want-to-know”

For whom knowledge is power

To have on the go.

 

Little time to sift

And to aptly respond

Thus, this inundation goes on

And unrelentingly on.

 

Inundated!

With incoming info:

The good, the bad and the ugly;

All levels on show.

 

And this is every day

For hours on end

Sifting through information

From stranger and friend.

 

I am fortunate

Since I am a retiree

But think of all those people

Who work daily.

 

 

 

From local politics

To the region and beyond,

To religious and social issues

It’s like a storm. 

 

A tumult as it were

Bombarding the mind

And even for retirees like me,

Such little time.

 

See what I mean?

I am inundated

And to take time off responding

Is not appreciated.

 

I wish I could stop

But I know I cannot

For I am addicted to information;

Yes, the whole lot.

 

Inundated!

Overloaded, overwhelmed!

Only send me what is important

If you are my friend.

 

Not only what’s serious

But the occasional joke

And send me encouraging articles

That give me hope.

 

If I do not respond

You can nudge me again

But regarding harsh criticism,

Please refrain!

 

 

Inundated!

Not with work or rain

But the torrent of information

Is a mighty strain.

 

Stewart Russell © October 13, 2025