A phone

A phone never leaves. 

A phone understands.

The hypnotic screens

are glued to our hands.

 

A phone won't object.

A phone lets us speak.

Is this trully correct

or are we just weak?

 

A phone will abide.

A phone you can trust.

Society will die

and turn into dust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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