The Irony

Head down,

Hands busy,

Typing vigorously,

And neglecting all the other work,

Eyes glued to the machine,

That impairs our vision,

Not looking up even for a second.

Affecting our temper,

Which is spilled over in a froth of rage.

And whenever I ask the lord above,

“Oh! When will we change?”

I always get an answer,

“Maybe not today.”

So what is the irony in this?

Well, won’t you be reading this on your phone?



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