I'm on My Phone - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

I’m on My Phone

I’m on my phone.
I’m on my phone.
Important as the next.

I’m on my phone.
I’m on my phone.
Furiously feeding my soul.

I’m on my phone.
I’m on my phone.
It will matter someday.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer