Applications Poem by Phil Soar

Apps are applications that have taken over phones
They lie in wait and get you, when you're feeling all alone
Infesting your internal mind, and crawling through your cells
Making you a robot who is dependent on their spells

From games to helpful fitness apps, they infiltrate our psyche
Some people find it better than 10 miles upon a bike
And those who do not use them, may be seen as social jerks
Whilst some of us don't understand, how apps are supposed to work

Our world is now a twisted mass, of phones and other gadgets
We expect those things to help us out, and some think they are magic
But one day we'll be all alone, when the takeover begins
And we all become extinct, it's the technology that wins.