My Over-Smart Phone
Digital Age--Psychological Zone!
Driven to rage by an over-smart phone!
My phone hates me, that fact made quite clear.
Yet, somehow I love it and want it near.
Irksome voice inside it cannot be hushed,
wants me to answer when I can't be rushed.
It cycles news so I don't have to think
Right now, I just need a telephone shrink!
In texts, it substitutes words that I say;
I hate/love it more with each passing day.
I'm driven by-polar in the new 5G space.
Bring back Ma Bell and save the Human Race!
February 10, 2022
for "Let's Explore Digital Technology" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Simon Rogerson
syllable check: P.S. Syllable Checker (that gave "5g" a zero count)
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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