The Curse of Technology
The curse of technology,
It has taken over me.
Fear and panic soon ensue
If I'm low on battery.
If I get no signal,
And my emails go unchecked
I fret about what's in there,
Emotionally I'm wrecked.
I need to be on facebook
Instagram or more.
I need social media,
I'm like an online whore.
Message me, give me a nudge
Send me emoticons,
Please, please, give me a like
Or I can't carry on.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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