My Apologies Mr. Edison lyrics

My apologies Mr. Edison

How could you know how

That your invention perplexed

Would warrant it a nuisance

Or an umbilical cord to others

The social media telegraph

It would have been succinct

That each dit and dah were cash

And words were limited so

Gossip then would be gone

The dread of communications

Telemarketing demons

Hell bent on inopportunity

And criminal intent made clear

An avenue to fleece the elderly

As if left from birth, an umbilicus

Shared existence electronic

Suckled in a tablet's glow

Comforted by impersonal taps

A keyboard pageantry of life

The telephone, expedience made

Now held hostage by addiction

A nuisance and liability ever

Unsolicited strangers malevolent

Abuse its fettered freedom

They slay one another inattentive

Failing to find two minds, four hands played

Finding a slight distraction, trivial

In fatal throws that come true

Texting and talking self to death

My apologies Mr. Edison

That we have made your invention

Become a daily bone of contention

Where two people in close connection

Never gazed upon, are blocked