O they are attached to their smart phones,
Like moths to light bulbs or candle flames.
O they play infantile games;
Seemingly twenty four hours a day!
They've the attention span of goldfish;
And are abysmally lacking in:
The noble art of conversation,
Common courtesy and compassion.
How I wish I was a million miles
From here; on a more evolved planet!
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