They Said By This Time We Would All Have Chips In Our Hands

THEY SAID BY THIS TIME WE WOULD ALL HAVE CHIPS IN OUR HANDS Sharp- tack like. Smart- in the way of the whip. Not just another pretty face Another prepay throwaway phone number A melting face scorching heat summer This deity of feminine endings A portable telecom utilize powered solar waves Sentience to embrace Not just a common ***** Romance to begin A deathly contentment witch Cellular radio telephonic device Your fate dwells depending A sentence to this Sewn on Siamese twin A human centipede stitch To connect via radio frequency All these men a chip in their hand? The chips already there They hold it everyday And Candy-crush Facebook Angry-birds Zombies of hypnotic freemium turds They have implanted the chip You swore you never would succumb It is either attached to your hip Or glued to your thumbs In irony (Zombie gardening apt analogy)