Mobilitus

This is the disease we don’t talk about.
The dangerous new trend.
I can no longer use my hands,
A mobile is stuck to the other end.
I take you for a walk,
Or when I go out to see friends.
You interrupt me during movies,
It was an infatuation that now must end.
I’m checking you when I’m driving,
Or when I’m on a date,
My hot food turning cold abandoned on the plate.
Will they bury us together in my coffin?
Is that what it will take?
How about we make some kind of deal?
I need to start to experience life for real.
And give my poor hands a rest.
I’ve got to stop being out of this world.
When being in it, is best.

- Andrew Horner