Phone shop rave,

do I look like a social media slave,

yes I suppose so,

but where else can I go,

I want to stay,

transfixed on this glowing window,

to another place,

my body not to displace,

see this and that in such haste,

in such a small rectangle space,

my existence dependent on,

your like and follow at random,

a bit shallow,

are we not.