Smart Phone Magician
Yesterday I ran a short errand.
On the sidewalk (no bus stop) stood a millennial.
Dressed only in the chill of morning.
Hypnotized by that "smartphone" magician.
Perhaps conversing with a Facebook phantom.
She stood still as a Confederate statue.
Surrounded by the roses of wokeness in winter.
On the way back, about fifteen minutes later.
The same girl stood in the same position.
Staring into the same brain rot box.
I could have tossed her in a trunk filled with chloroform.
I doubt she'd even notice the difference.
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