I'm Sorry
My phone made a sound and my Dad shot me a glare
I'm sorry, dear father, that I have friends who care
Who like to talk to me over my phone
Who invite me to places outside my dear home
I'm sorry, dear father, that I'm on "electronic weed"
I went on my cell, what a sinful deed
My good grades must not matter
Or that spotless, shining disciplinary track record
I don't go on it during dinner or when we have company
But, I'm sorry dear father, I did once glance at my phone screen
I rarely use social media or post anything online
But I did say hi to my friend yesterday, guess I'll pay for my crime
I'm sorry, dear father, that I don't know how to communicate
Because my phone has rewired my sociological state
It's gotten to my head
God I think I'm brain dead
Just call me a vegetable
Or I think I'd prefer fruit instead
Does one say hello?
Hi, Hey?
I think I overdosed on this drug
I'm sorry OK
My mind has been fried
OH NO MY PHONE JUST DIED
Well there goes my life line
The world is fading away
If only phones didn't exist
Like back in your day
I'm sorry, dear father
I love the rhyming in this poem!
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ReplyDeleteGreat job, Jessica. I hope you don't get in trouble the next time I text you....
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