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…..
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Author:
Rose of Sharon (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A great poem of technology and how we become addicted to it and what comforts it offers. Hooked on our laziness. With each convenience another freedom lost. Nicely written and poignant
Great write
Very poignant write, staggering how many people are addicted to phones and technology, enjoyable read
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