A message from hell in children hands.

Don't forgetting how to view the stories in a different lens..
Don’t look out of the window, child the world has gone wild. 
For that isn’t the sound of rain.
Those are fingers sprinting on the fast lane.
It is not in a stadium. 
The lane is on the cell phone screen.
No victor on the podium, It’s just a bunch of texting teens.
I must warn you before I proceed.
That child, the world has already gone wild. 
Cell phones grab the eyeballs of these teens and smear that super-glue of hers, and brings these sticky things into her arms, never letting go.
And then, she seals their lips
And plant their hips
Onto the couch, 
Making them slouch, 
Wasting their lives staring at that little machine and then, that sinister portal sucks out these vibrant souls replace it with ghouls, 
And these teens will just keep on what...
Tapping,
Texting, 
Mailing, 
Internet surfing, 
Never endingly.
Child, don’t be amazed, for this is the world today.
Hear me out, mark the words I say.
Be wary when you get yourself that evil technologies.
Or, do me a favour, crush it, and send it to hell.. Now move on face your reality's.