Smartphone---a Universal Companion: a Satirical Poem
I don't own a smartphone and don't know how to use it
I call it high-tech fetishism, for addiction sounds too plain
between all modern gadgets I would never choose it
because it so obviously isn't good for the brain.
It doesn't take a shrink to call it a surrogate friend
or maybe a parent, a co-player, or whoever
while it has become such an insane trend
making us look stupid even when we are clever.
Those incessant monologues sounding like a big deal
on sidewalks, in stores, in public washrooms, and bars
and countless selfies taken with a narcissistic zeal
with texting across the road and disregarding cars.
My special treat is always hearing those cyber-fights
when idiots get so oblivious of all people around
it's one of those precious, irreplaceable sights
watching how they act and hearing how they sound.
I laugh at people's protests about their privacy rights
for you don't have to tap anybody's phone
just follow the idiot for a fifteen minute walk
and you'll know everything about him that's going on.