Little, petty woman, living in your shell
Married, bored, angry and morose
You have so much on your plate
Life passed you by
Sitting in your car, looking at your phone, stuck in traffic
Honking, texting, daydreaming
Medicated, distracted, burdened
Out there the world is dancing and smiling
Without you
Celebrities always smile
What happened at the box office this past weekend?
You got home and found everyone looking at their phones
Where should you eat dinner?
Who left their shoes on their bed?
Why can’t he remember to flush the toilet?
Hours spent on the phone with T-Mobile to fix text messaging.
Tomorrow you may be dead.
