Me, myself and miPhone
plugged into my earbuds
and out of reality,
beats, breaks and ballads
pump into my ears
my very own utopia
with my music, friends and life
at my fingertips
little phases me when I have my iPhone
Never a dull moment as my screen supplies me with
games, facebook comments and texts
on demand
time flies, when you’re not there.
plugged into cyberspace
I’m plugged off from the world,
in reality that’s all about me.
texts to me, emails to me, and pictures of me
yet while I live in this reality I didn’t make it
in fact, I don’t know who made it.
many pairs of
nimble hands and squinting eyes
put together the thousands of parts
that make up my phone, my world.
in a Foxconn factory in China
a living room in Cupertino.
And it is not just the work of many hands
but the combination of thousands of chemicals
and metal parts put together
to make my tiny cubic sidekick.
And it’s not just the chips and parts on the phone, it’s the discharge.
the toxins, liters of water
that are used in the process
of making my world.
yet here,
plugged in to my playlist,
no one or no thing can disturb me from
a text message from Sarah
and a new status update,
because why wonder about the world
when you’ve got the world at your fingertips?
and why wonder about other people
when my phone tells me world’s about me?
