My fitbit

NafisaSB

My fitbit is my pride

I wear it day and night

It counts the steps I take

And the bloopers that I make

 

It gives a ping as I lie on my bed

As if to day – ‘get up, sleepy head’

Time & again, a message it sends

It works very hard – it’s day never ends

 

‘Stand up’ it orders

Do some exercise

Don’t just keep sitting

And tell me no lies

 

‘Stand up’ it says

As I go for a bath

It behaves like a horse

That’s pulling the broken cart

 

My fitbit is a master

That allows no lax or rest

This know-all runs my life

Since it thinks it knows what’s best

 

  • Author: safina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2023 01:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: fitbits are bound to run your life : whether you want it, or not - they will tell you what to do, and vice versa
  • Category: Unclassified
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