We clutch them like babies,
Yet they prod us like zombies,
Turning us into dummies.
Homo sapiens walk while pinging,
Some others chat while driving.
The ‘likes’ and ‘dislikes’ on your DP,
Now a parameter for evaluating your personality.
We’ve all gone diabolic,
Breeding dual personalities
Our addiction to self-gratification is worse than cannabis,
We’ve become self-seeking and egoistic
You bring out the children in adults,
And our children you have made adults.
Checking updates like its our pulse
Distraction optimized, making us lose focus.
Rapper ‘Ill Bliss,
With lyrical finesse
Was not far amiss
When he hissed
About how much our IQs are lower than our contact lists.
Mass programming at your fingertips.
Feeding relationships with people we don’t know even exist.
Simple face to face conversations now extinct.
There is no more dinner talk,
Or long garden walks.
‘Cos to our phones we have transferred the bulk,
Of making relationships work.