Screen

You’re always on your iPad

Or on the wretched phone.

Bloody social media

Leave the phone alone!

Forget about who follows

Whether you got likes,

Those tweets or notifications

The so called Facebook friends.

We are here, we’re in the room

Communicate with us.

You’re Facebook friends will still be there

So why the ruddy rush?

Let’s do stuff together

The way we used to do?

See what’s on the telly

That all of us can view.

Don’t look out the window

Don’t go out the door

There’s nothing happens off a screen

That matters any more.

Wave a phone before your face

See life through a lense

Nothing counts in modern life

That isn’t on a screen.

Intro to Poetry Day Six – Screen