My voice of conscience sounded dire,
“It’s time we had a chat!
I’ve grown concerned; I must inquire…”
Thus went our “lover’s spat”…

“First, do you own your mobile phone
Or does that phone own you?”
“But it’s brand new”, I said

“Leave me alone!“

“Do you consume and mind the news
Or does the news consume your mind?”
I replied, “Do you mind?”

“I’m not amused!”

“And do you hold your greed in check
Or does it hold you by the neck?”
I gasped, “I’m trying, ok?”

“I won’t forget!”

“Do you control your precious things
Or do they control YOU?”
“I must confess”, I said

“That questions stings!”

“So who owns what, and what owns who?
“Or, whose is what, and what is whose?”
Such musings bruised my ego, so…
I loosened up my vice-grip on the phone…

…and to escape, I took a regal snooze