Mobile phones Poems
Socialise or perish in time
by Christyanne Smith
Reflected glare of tired eyes Hypnotised in your own demise Addiction spreads across the veins Desperation from what it gains
Bubble, bubble anti-social trouble Consumed by the mind Isolated in time
Frozen in a succession of mindless drones Glued to the screens of their phones Waiting for the spell to break To be released from this zombie like state
Be the leader not the sheep Don’t give in, don’t retreat Your mind is yours to command Not the technologies in your hand
Socialise or perish in time
by Christyanne Smith
Reflected glare of tired eyes Hypnotised in your own demise Addiction spreads across the veins Desperation from what it gains
Bubble, bubble anti-social trouble Consumed by the mind Isolated in time
Frozen in a succession of mindless drones Glued to the screens of their phones Waiting for the spell to break To be released from this zombie like state
Be the leader not the sheep Don’t give in, don’t retreat Your mind is yours to command Not the technologies in your hand
