The Screen

Look Around You

On a cart full of lost minds

On the track

What used to be defined as communication is now

A flick fo the thumb

Rather than tell me yourself

Nah, the black and white text got me

No need for a chat 

When the FB chat box

Got us locked in the box

of the form of communication

There are no more disputes

Just a Snapchat

Qiuck as that

Fleeting

Lost minds riding the track of an ulimited text and talk network

Provided by a screen

A screen which highlights the status of a lost mind in tech-ni-cally 

What you call confusion

A screen which highlights the state of a person

In social Diffusion

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

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