electronic devices poem #4

a teacher guy writes on the chat log:
my cellphone is a very old model
at work I look on the deathly silence
and see an ocean of kids with their
earbuds headphones on their faces
bathed in the harsh light from their
smartphones, other mobile devices
often I expect to see drool running
from the corners of their mouths
an electronic leash is around their
necks but they hold the end of it I
am the loneliest guy in the lunch room

This article appears in Sep 1-7, 2016.