Sunday, November 1, 2020

Lost Art and Artifacts

Mr. Telephone man

There's something wrong with my line

When I dial my baby's number

I get a click every time


Mr. Telephone man, is dead and that's a fact

And with with him, we lost an art

And he’s the lost artifact

Hung but not hung up

Because his tech couldn’t keep up

Replaced by texts, and tweets, 

And IG stories and Tik tok dances to the trending beat


We have lost the art of conversation

Replaced by likes of fake admiration

The need for approval of our online “friends”

But what’s the point? Where’s it end?


We have social media without being social 

Online connections without actually connecting 

We’ve lost the part where we connect to the person 

As if actually hearing a human voice causes overexertion


“Don’t call, if you can text,” is the meme that comes to mind

And without hearing your voice, our communication starts to decline

Ya see, you can’t hear sarcasm in the written word, 

And the line between the written emotions starts to get blurred

I can’t hear the sadness or frustration in your voice

I can’t hear your boredom or the passionate rejoice 


They say “oh, We have Emojis!”and a smiley or two is all good

But we send out hearts and hugs when we’re really in the totally opposite moods

And we can L O L without even cracking a smile

Use the devil and the hot hed when we want to be hostile

Then there’s winks and side eyes, and the horny guy with his tongue hanging

And we use peaches, water drops, and egg plants to indicate sex banging 

There's the food, and the animals. And the palms to throw shade

And with all those emojis your point still may not have been made.


Don’t get me wrong, those silly faces are cool

But if you think they are better than a voice, i think you a fool

To believe that what you meant is what they heard in their head

Because the voice you sent it in, may not be the voice they read

Innocent statements misperceived as a shade

People in they feelings over assumptions they made

All could have been avoided had they heard your tone

Had they been able to listen, had you just picked up the phone


Text over talk, is the society we now live in 

The loss of conversation is just where it begins

The human connection is what’s really at stake

Sleeping through life as if they’re awake

Missing the times when people actually interacted 

When the voice tone & facial expression actually impacted

The way we perceived he words that that were said

And not just the voice we heard in our head.


Mr. Telephone man

There's something wrong with my line

When I dial my baby's number

I get a TEXT every time