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2023-12-28
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Dear phone.

Summary:

I found this old poem I wrote when I was a child and thought it was funny enough to have on here. I'll write it exactly as it's written in the original (spelling mistakes and all). This was before the Ipad and such, when the internet and addictive apps were new to people and they were figuring out a balance between free-time and screen-time, evidently this is something I struggled with.

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Work Text:

Dear phone.

You're made to bring people closer,

but all you do is to destroy the truth.

 

What hapend to the smiles and voises?

, those who now are just pics and vlogs.

 

We used to whrite and paint on books

and learn about the nature

eye by eye.

Now we just think books are lame and nature "grose",

so dirty and "bläh".

 

It's now cool to come late to clases

and wear pants halfway your butt.

 

A person can get adicted to a certain kind of thing

but when it ends, they start to freak!

I want to feel that I'm not the only one who sits and wonder:

what if?

What if we drink up all water,

and trees and plants woud stop to grow?

How many kisses would you get from your socialism?

How many people did you use to know before your time was up,

and you would have to go?

Notes:

I did not really know what socialism was at the time, nor could I apparently stick to topic. I guess I was feeling reflective about society and technology as well as the strain those advances were putting on the environment; as well as the (ironic) increasing disconnectedness both to each-other as people, and as humans with nature.

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