Modern Slave

By Purposelessness

What if you and I 
Are really the pets
And our phones are the ones
That decide what we get

When I turn around 
And she is gone 
I wonder if they've taken her 
Their 'prodigal son'

Because she's always been 
The one that they choose
To do their bidding 
To walk in their shoes

Hours of searching
Fill me with woe
Sick with worry I
Just want to know 

I find no trace but 
I recall her face
And now it's my life 
That's been a waste

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Copyright 2017 Purposelessness
Published on Monday, March 6, 2017.     Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"
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  • Drea On Monday, March 13, 2017, Drea (1443)By person wrote:

    I enjoyed the rhyme you worked into this. It's sadly true just how much we depend on technology. Write on.

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