Iphones

What up Wendy

Yo, I am talking to you?

 You gone crazy?

What that white long string attache to hear?

You take that with you every you go?

You were never like that

It can’t be you,

It must be that iPhone of yours

 

 

Hey man the light is green go

It not going to last forever

Come on…… honk honk

You using your iPhone?

Oh man you must be kidding me

How you get your license?

Chris is that you?

It can’t be you

It must that iPhone of yours

 

 

Excuse me, don’t you realize that we at a movie theater

Put your iPhone away

Is that priscila?

It can’t be you

It must be that iPhone of yours

Damn all I sees is iPhones

They’re everywhere.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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