IPhone5
No more clicks,
Just touch screen tips.
Detached from reality,
Virtual scenic.
Heads nod, but only
Like sorrow--
One direction.
"It is cool that I borrow...
Your wifi, bro?"
Man, I don't know.
'Cause if I give
You'll be departed
From this world that
We know.
Double tap, Like; Update,
Girl fight; Tweet, follow him,
But never meet in Real life.
Detached from reality.
This world that we knew
Has been pried from the short-lived
Lives by squares that reside
On the side of each thy.
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