Don'T Bother Me

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