POEM: Man Machined

This poem is a reflection on “smart” phone addiction…

Man Machined

As the daze accumulated
What ditty fine
He and his phone became won
Be the phone he
In formed
The whirled
Sow becoming
An avatar
Soully stopping
To eat
Or being eaten
Sow con sequential
Nothing in jest
Holy played
That cybernetic organ is him
A grinder and monkey

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