Becoming Dispensable Poem by Ima Ryma

The smart phone high technology
Is getting smarter day by day,
Beguiling most humans like me
To conform to the smart phone way.
My smart phone's telling me to trust
Whatever on it's heard and seen.
In order to survive I must
Constantly check the smart phone screen.
Oft I wonder if my smart phone
Is only using me until
It can function all on its own,
Especially to move at will.

Soon my smart phone through air will coast,
No longer needing me as host.