John F. McCullagh
Addicted To Distraction - Poem by John F. McCullagh
The soft blue glow of his smartphone screen
Attracts him like a lover.
He looks intently at the "feed"
and snap chats with the others.
He photographs his dinner plate and
shares it with the web.
He plays no sports, he stays inside
He plays VR instead.
His neck is permanently bent
from looking at the screen.
He's not much for conversation.
He's a solitary teen.
He's getting fat and growing soft
from long stretches of inaction.
He needs an intervention-
He's addicted to distraction.
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