this summer: Plastic living thing

Just staring at his eyes, as he stares at his phone
Was trying to hold his hand like we used to do
Before they brought the out that plastic living thing, with luxurious services
That  everyone carries  nowadays….everywhere they go…whatever they do
We just get so much attraction in complaining about others lives
Whereas we our-self stare at a box, amazed by the little words and letters
Scrolling up and down, maybe side to side
Just signing up in various social medias,
Charging my phone, feeling down when theres no one
No cuddling, no smooching, no privacy
No conversations no nothing.