Shiny Little Things

Flimsy shoe

stroke from below

I'd certainly had skipped its blow

And the name granny'd called

When proudly he strode past the road

Save the suffocating pain a random pointy thing

Bestowed

Unto a strange realm remarkably close

Faceless creatures moving along

Straight and flat they stared

precious lives so tightly held

O shiny little screens

master hypnotists at hand

unaware when and where I am