Steve Harvell Poet Imagism

Text-ing

Eyes obstructed, where miles go 
So important, who we kill intentionally 
Even ourselves, risk to injury 
To death do we die desire 
In our own mind silent misery 
Living a life we take, if not our own 
Text-ing, a straight neck deadly society 

They drive and text, walk and text 
Even on a call and text we done 
They eat and text, some crap while doing 
Has tech consumed even outside play 
Days of call me at home 
A phone booth on a corner street 
People use brain we call a library 

Now all AI doing thinking before speak 
Crime in streets, Internet isn't safe 
A worm hole, a back door 
Sounds like wild sex, it's electrifying 
Text-ing, an erge as addicted as drugs 
Phone always in face even while sleep 

Early morning coffee, grab on way up 
Where's excitement to life's adventure 
A computer leading lifes way 
If it's man-made it breaks 
Down even our soul's drama fill world 
Text-ing, as deadly as a phone to the ear

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