The Sound of Smart Phones
After Simon and Garfunkel
Hello Smart Phone, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.
Because I'm sitting here almost sleeeeeeeeeping
Until I hear my Smart Phone loudly beeeeeeeeeping
And the train of thought that was forming in my brain
No longer remains
Within the screen of silence
In restless sleep I hear its drone
My ever-present new Smart Phone.
'Neath the halo of my bedside lamp
I turned my covers from the cold and damp,
When my eyes were stabbed by the sight of an Instagram
Just sent by Pam
As I tap the keys of silence.
And on the subway cars I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People tapping without speeeeeak-ing
People texting without thiiinnnnnnk-ing.
People writing texts that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the dross of silence.
"Fools" said I,
"You do not know, Smart Phones like a cancer grow.
Put your phones down now and try to converse,
Face each other now before this gets worse."
But my words like silent emojis fell
And echo-ed
From the cells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the silicon God they made.
And the phone rang out its warning
In the text that it was forming
And the phone said
"The wrds of the callers
R txted on the bathroom stalls
In pointless scrawls"
Deleted from the screen of silence.
