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Fred Thomas
Ode to a Greecian Moron
See the fool walking down the street,
He can't see me, only his feet.
He's looking down and all alone,
Behold the moron on his phone.
Fiddle, fiddle, swipe, swipe, swipe,
The moron doesn't need to type.
Those photos of his family,
Look better than reality.
Candy Crunch is his favorite game,
He knows it better than his name.
All he reads on his phone is true,
Outside of it he hasn't a clue.
These smart phone users are Greek to me,
I step aside, they don't see me.
Texting with a phone on his knee,
He drives his car into a tree.
One Greek down, millions to go,
How many Greeks do you know?
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