My Phone

Knowledge of all confined in a case
Without this device how would we be sane?
Billions of books in just few flicks
Though your usage can be put to its shame

Millions of miles your words were apart
I look at you in a moving picture
Seeing things this, a virtual start
Repeat moments, is your best feature

All of my questions have their answers
To annoyance not everything saved stays
Your entertainment finally enters
Multiple options it feels like a maze

Ability to mimic everything
No, nothing within can be erased
Vocals of friends with just a single ring
A secret code to pass beyond what’s caged

Why go to the theatre when there’s screens?
To all my updates, I’m oblivious
Humour can be seen through your many memes
Twenty minutes then death, mysterious