THE 24/7 365 CELL

By The Urban Poet

Twenty four seven, three six five

Before imprisonment I felt alive

Free to do whatever I wanted

Without any fear or disappointment

 

Now I’m a slave and no longer free

Controlled by a screen and a PCB

It’s got that way that I can’t let it go

Every fact and answer I need to know

 

I used to have pets, a cat and poodle 

Now I touch and stroke my Google

It’s my closest companion from dawn to dusk

It’s more nourishing to me than Farley’s rusks

In the sense I’m educated and gain knowledge from it

It even tells me why there’s carrots in vomit.

 

But that’s only part of my enslaved addiction

I constantly look at it with guilt and conviction

I’m devastated if I get no texts, emails or WhatsApp’s from all of my ‘friends’

 

It’s been taken away,

I’ve had withdrawal symptoms 

Its like my life’s drained away in an instant

It keeps me company when I’m home alone

I just can’t live without my mobile cell phone

Beep, bee...beep..

From ‘Rhymes and Reasons’

By ‘Rick Varden