Mobile telephones – poem

Mobile Phones – a midnight rant.
(freeform unedited poetry)

HEAD DOWN IN SHAME

    You tube, you porn, you rot away,
    Facebook, grace took, retina display.
    Google, gag on http and ham soup,
    Twit your brain down into gigabyte gloop

    Text, predictive,
    L
    O
    L
    Shorten bandwidth, broaden hell
    Favourites, email, apps, returned call
    Down will come handsfree (cradle and all)

    FaceTime,
    Not face to face time.
    Siri,
    Don’t say.
    Compete,
    Whine online.
    No conversation
    Or play.
    Blog,
    Rate,
    Like,
    Recharge
    And Bookmark.
    Kindle your fire
    (to read in the dark.)

    Tablets and handhelds and wifi and pics.
    Bluetooth and waterproof and camera clicks.
    Headaches and hand aches, rsi and no laughs.
    No bite, no water fights and no framed photographs.

    Just a retinal burn,
    The tired cursor, blinks and waits
    For your last clever blog,
    Your software updates.

    And you’ll sit,
    And you’ll sit,
    And you’ll wait for the beep,
    The sounds of your life
    That resounds in your sleep.

    A concoction of misery, an implosion of home,
    Look down, be ashamed of your mobile phone.

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