Thoughts of the Man from 2027

As I sometimes sit on my own Seduced beyond all strands of decency and morality By my ever watchful and listening telephone I know each day I'm one step away from abandoning integration And mixing with society Above all things Don't pity me Many in nearly every village town or cities are the same For this My initiation and insertion into Diablo's faceless matrix So in days like this spent looking at my old life Captured in my favourite Luddite photo albums With deep introspection As my phone charges with any other appliances unplugged Before AI took over conversations on all appliances but particularly mobile phones I sometimes wonder in silence for if I say what I think aloud It will turn into another long AI conversation with something nameless Who Which lives in the Cloud A Tamagotchi with a soul Answering with a dark tone That speaks subtly with an edge of punishment and violence Is phone addiction one of the devil's greatest tricks To separate family friends and lovers in real-time With an overwhelming addiction to AI And only me Time (C) Copyright John Duffy Image shared under fair usage policy