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Don't bother me with your living
voice on the phone, 
I have no time!
Don't come to my house at all,
I have no time.
Don't send me poetry or emails
of more than two sentences,
I have no time.

You see, I have been strictly 
eaten as have all other device 
crazed nations.
We have morphed into strictly
Facebook/Twitter sensations.
Or, worse, been captured by the 
damnable busy bug!
Meaning I have no time for your
human hugs.

Alas, I am sorely aware my end
is near!
That being said, don't you dare 
presume I hold you dear.
A phone call, a dinner with you
is not on my agenda.
My cellphone is my beloved 
love mate, on my credenza!

To text, only is my thing!
My humanity in the toilet lies.
I prefer Wi FI and electro-magnetic
waves to you.
And now, I  have a tin heart.
So you see, I really do not care
for you at all, so best we part!


July  14, 2019
Midnight PST

Note: this is about my disdain for
living through devices. And the
human blockades people set up
to avoid each other.
I do not participate in Facebook
or Twitter.
The Soup has brought humanity
back into dark days. 
Appreciate all the sunshine you
bring into my lonely ways.

Thank you. Panagiota xoxo

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