Isn't it madness?
We live in an age...
Where technology surrounds us,
As an every-day cage.
I Skype in the morning,
To say hello to my mum,
When she's only downstairs,
A few steps and then some.
And I text my brother,
When I want some tea,
Because the kettle's downstairs;
He should bring it up to me.
I'll FaceTime my sister,
To ask her something,
She's only a room away
I'll give her a ring!
And my dad, I will text,
To ask for bus times,
Another feature of laziness:
One of my crimes.
It's got to the point,
Where I just don't see why,
I should get up,
For 'hello' or 'goodbye'.
My mother came in,
And groaned at the sight:
iPod in hand,
Laptop alight.
My phone on my knee,
That was three devices,
And she acted like this,
Was a terrible crisis!
I'm lazy, of course,
But I do leave my bed,
Sometimes make the exception:
Face-to-face talk instead.
It's just worrying, I guess,
When it's easy to stay,
And avoid moving places,
And getting away.
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