Malignant Drone….

I should have blown the phone
and kissed her,
because as I sat all alone,
like stone,
I missed her.

Minutes became stretched as I watched,
while she left with a better prepared guy.
As another app on his bedpost was notched,
my heart said, keep playing, you won’t die.

Then I raced through another game,
my mind, my eyes eternally lost.
Even new excuses became quite lame,
relationships died in my electronic frost.

There was never a thought given to cost,
in fact I would always be quite thrifty.
I embraced this malignant clinging ghost,
even though I was well over fifty.

I was adding new apps as they appeared,
while my thumbs were dancing on screen.
Giants and monsters were soon speared,
while I created another selfy to preen.

Buying and selling is done with a flick,
no need to run to the shops anymore.
Clothes that I bought weren’t chic,
but they’d always arrive at my door.

So the moral, if any can be found,
or perhaps what my verses have shown,
If we don’t lift our heads, look around,
then we’re all just a part of their drone.