Oh! Mobile

Oh mobile, mobile, mobile,

Are you some kind of a missile,

Fit in my head blitzing like a Chornobyl,

Deliberately losing eyes and damaging the lifestyle,

What is family? what is a friend?

The conversation seems so dead, seems so end,

Can you feel the souls are thirsty to amend,

Then who's the one spilling this weekend?

Let's elect what's not or what's so prime,

But scrolling seizing hours and seizing time,

Should I help them and change the clime?

Perhaps uploading a video yet is not a crime, 

What are you doing to the frame of my mind,

Gifting me anger and headache in a box of unkind,

Locked in prison that's so well designed,

So the existence is damn, damn blind.