Woe unto you, screen-scrolling phone-addicted text-addled children

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Please put your phone away. Now.

Come on. Put it down. Good girl.

Now take one step.
No — no, you can’t have it back just yet . . .
Follow me. Forget about the phone for a moment.

Over here— to the window.
See over there? That is called “The Horizon”.

Now you try saying it. Good. Good job. You are intelligent.
You are such a big girl !  I’m proud of you.

See the dawn coming over the distant hills? That is called “Eternal Truth”.
Try saying it. Stop scowling now – you look so silly and ugly when you do that . . .

See all of this? It was created by Almighty God.
God loves you. Yes, He does.

Here — now you can have your smartphone back.

Planet of the Smartphones

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A signifying monkey grunted
(keyboard-clever, morals stunted)

from his perch in a digital tree.
And next, did text, quite rapidly:

Courtship rituals won’t suffice.
Face-to-face can’t break the ice.

Instagram me! Tweet me up . . .
friend me, like me, buttercup.

Sentences are so outmoded—
take too long to get decoded;

primate sexting hits me faster,
steers me towards your hot disaster.

Female monkeys: send an image.
(Ain’t got time for useless verbiage.)

if your snout just might unseat me
tweet me, greet me—don’t delete me.

Then, unpeeling fresh banana,
searched his screen for Vox Humana . . .

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