The little glass rectangle
controls our day
We sometimes check our phone
before we even pray
The little glass rectangle
controls our mood
We get full of Instagram
before we get full on food
The little glass rectangle
makes us silently vicious to no end
So easy on Facebook to unfriend
The little glass rectangle
controls our fate
Don’t believe me?
Just keep texting on your date
The little glass rectangle
will cloud your world
and invade your space
Warning! Erase, erase, erase!
You may also like Jame’s poem “Twitterbug.”
