Heads bowed, eyes focused,
The magic of the Hocus Pocus.
Transfixed, in a spell
Nothing else will they dwell.
Walking around zombified
Surely brains, have been fried.
Life ruined, no conversation,
Texting now the inspiration.
Grasp of language, long forgotten,
Shortened text – yuk, it’s rotten,
GR8, LOL, TLC, OMDB,
Worlds gone mad, OMG!!
Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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