Rectangle Pied Pipers
Technology holds us hostage
Putting us into rectangles
Our I-phones are our newest bosses
Deciding when, where and how we go
Technology directs our actions
Directs us hour by hour
Choosing our moods
Based on where he wants us to be
We read his texts, allowing him to choose our mood
Our feelings, our joys, out hurts, our passions
We are helpless baby mice
Led by our rectangle Pied Pipers.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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