The iPhone 6
by Grace Fitch
But yet you’re touching nothing
You can come into contact with cold glass
Or you can feel the soft green grass
Then you go to Facebook
But when was the last time you faced a book
Soon you get bored of the selfies so you go to Instagram
Look at that beautiful damn #artsy
Next is Twitter
But yet you hear no birds, how bitter
There are all these meaningless comments
That just sounds like nonsense
You need a break so you go to YouTube
But where’s the you in YouTube
When you’re alone starring at a screen
It’s all just an awful scheme
They call this being social
It’s nothing but being immobile
They promised you 500 friends on this media that’s just a labyrinth
For only 100 dollars a month
You wonder when the next iPhone 6 is coming out
As you sit there on the couch
And then your mind clicks
You are the new iPhone 6
You have not smelled
You have not tasted
You have not heard
You have not seen
And you have not felt
There is nothing that separates you from your technology
You’re a new type of sociology
The human that does not feel, how unreal
A robot, a drone created by a phone
As you say, “would you like me to search the web for that?”
This is awesome!
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