What even is this creature with the all-seeing eyes?
I keep it with me at all times;
I grieve for every time it dies;
I reach for it every morning when I rise.
Such a lovely device; I adore it so,
It comforts me when I’m alone.
I love my phone.
To part from it is to feel pain;
My mind and its are becoming the same.
Many times I’ve tried
To set my phone aside,
But it waits for me
Oh so patiently,
Beckoning….
A genie in the lamp,
I just clap my hands;
It’s maliciously miraculous,
I’m avariciously ravenous,
It’s suspiciously fabulous,
But oh, so precious.
my precious.
my preciousss…..