Where my phone ends and my hand begins

Is utterly impossible to discern,

They merge so seamlessly into each other!

I make more screen-time promises every day,

But it seems that I never learn.

 

“No!  Don’t take your eyes from the screen!

Focus! You pathetic knave, you useless slave!

 Your total attention is what I crave.”

 

My mind, or what is left of it,

Wanders off to other programmes, other possibilities.

Any more blogs on Write Out Loud

To Like or write a comment about?

What’s that? Oh, it’s just my diabetes sensor,

Telling me that my blood sugar is low!

Ignore it or my phone will be angry…

 

"I must obey you master!  I must obey!

And write the words you suggest I should say!"

 

My sensor is beeping far more urgently.

Perhaps I am going to die…

-Well, we’re all going to die-

I laugh, without a word of a lie!

Two computers vying for complete control.

 

Wires protrude from the hole in my head.

My electrical circuit whirrs constantly.

I’ll tuck you in, precious, it is time for bed

And plug myself into the bedside socket.

 

I glance up to check on the other me.

"Are you happily charging, darling, sweetheart?"

Have I become just a mobile phone’s tart?

The rhythm of my life is now an algorithm.

"Wake me early in the morning,

I can’t wait to hear your news!

 You can then decide on my political views."

 

Still, you’re never alone,

With a mobile phone…