F-O-M-O
This morning while an officer
tickets me for speeding
My smartphone pleads and pleads with me
or at least it keeps on pinging
I cannot pick it up, of course
though it nearly drives me crazy
Pretty soon I've a bad headache
thoughts morph from clear to hazy
I admit that I am terrified
by fear of 'missing out'
So now in the car I think 'F-O-M-O'
And make sure that I drive slow
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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