Your Poetry Dot Com - To Smart For Smart Phones

The rainfall in Bali I don't need to know
at fifty-five on a busy road;
selfies so clear, my dear, a scare,
taken for just my own lil' selfie
but posted for millions as if anyone cares.
The Dow can be found on old fashioned paper,
remember the broadsheets when capers were printed?
Not flashed in video but ten minutes past...
sins screamed to the world in a mega-byte flash.

I'll take my phone, you know, with just numbers?
that doesn't tell me what to forgive or atone-
“Watch out for ladders!” “Boy, what the hell''s matter?”
“Ain't you listening, obeying your fancy fine phone?
I'll slap an app, drop it in the terlet,
“An iphone ain't my phone- no thanks, I'd jus' hurl it.”

And the same goes for all of these dummy devices,
short circuiting perfectly good synaptic splices-
if you don't use it you lose it,
“Yes, your brain”,
don't let a silicon wafer steal your gains.

The man at the table lazily flapping,
bidding others his work, his wine to be filled,
at the end of the day, with no action all say
winds up a dullard with a lap of wine spilled.

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