Me, Myself and Iphone
Me Myself and Iphone
How’s the line can you hear me now
I’m getting bad reception
They say these gadgets make life easier
But maybe that’s self deception
I saw seven girls walking by the other day
You’d think out to enjoy the sun and the view
Six on their phones, one with nothing to say
Or perhaps just no one to say it to
No one was listening to the ones around them
The ones who were all within reach
What’s wrong with the world is they’re all too scared
To look up, to listen, to teach
You want to say, take a look where you’re going
Give them some friendly advice
But they’re all so engaged in their digital haze
They’re obsessed with their hand held device
You see them drive by with one hand on the wheel
They’re not even watching the road
Now the only acknowledgement they give to others
Is something they call ‘manner mode’
The phone was supposed to improve communication
To get friends and family reconnected
But now they’re all in self imposed isolation
Cut off by electronic walls they’ve erected
Each generation find’s it harder to cope
Less able to use what they’ve already got
The more man relies on his electronic tools
The machine in their heads is almost forgot
Camera, recorder, computer cell phone
These things are no match for your brain
Too much devotion to such circuit works
Would drive any person insane
It’s a superficial world that you just think is real
While the real one lies under you’re feet
It’s time to remember how to look, hear and feel
Before someone somewhere hits delete
Just try and recall how you first saw it all
Reach out to somebody nearby
They’ll never wake up until they get reconnected
To the great outlet who lives up on high
Andrew Jarvis, 2005
Copyright © Andrew Jarvis | Year Posted 2017
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