Ten more poems to go, what more can I say?
Exhausted after working all the long day
Just sitting there, parked in the driveway
Waiting to go inside, late again a quarter past 8 o'clock
Might as well pick up the mail and take a short walk
The summer air's oppressively hot and wet
Just a few steps away and I'm already covered in sweat
All I see are the homes of my neighbors hyptnotized by digital screens
Families staring piously at TV's, phones and other things
Watching reality shows, reading social media, and playing video games
Nobody's talking to one another, it's a real shame
But I can't judge, but only bear witness
As I write this insight, my wife, kid, and I are inflicted with the same sickness
Apple Ipads and Kindle Fires
Are the sole objects of our individual desires
We've hardly spoken a word
If I they did, they probably never heard
What I said, can't compete with whatever's got their interest piqued
Content, Apps, books, emails, and information speaks
To our minds and remote controls our behinds, is that what you see inside my home when you peek?