I'Ve Got a Phone To Pick With You

A hypnotic effect is possessed by this gadget It could even lead to a syndrome called pagets Bent over and private its user spellbound But unsocial and rude to all those around Multiple noises are deftly emitted With buttons to press and assets unlimited Texts dispensed and news accessed Leaving conversation to certain death Ring tones abound in public spaces Phone chat like barkers in public places photos and selfies posted here and there All manner of games to further ensnare Thus putting the user in greater peril When mobile phones become a menace To drivers and walkers all absorbed A selfish misuse to be abhorred And a blight when the charger is mislaid And constant debit to be repaid This amazing gadget should remain in pocket Until really needed, then out of the closet