Friday, July 12, 2019

smartphones (a poem)

smartphones
smartphones, smartphones
It runs our lives, or ruins our lives
from the alarm to the bedtime
just counting sheep

in the hopes of a decent night’s sleep
dragging, pushing, poking and grinding
all for what? 
a day where we look away?
reminisce and rewind our lives gone astray

we friends are simply connected
so why do we feel so alone
looking for love on a screen
we’re all fucking with the ecology
nature is viewed through screens
with copious numbers of nokias, 
samsungs, and iPhones to sail the seas

heaven forbid the euphoric sneeze
that technology you can’t see
through smartphones

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