I Don't Want To Be An App

What's app, doc?

Love Instagram's wants

Aspire to taunt

Eat what you flaunt

  Forty-niner data miner

No rhythm in his algorithm

Leaves no soul survivor

Is it so wise
to digitize?

Aching for touch,
I get a touchscreen

No life is able
without a Cat 5 cable

A man with erection

From a data connection

Brings police detection

Starting romance
with a silicon dance

While fearing the light

Of reality bytes

How can I survive

If I do not thrive

On Facebook live?

The missing hyperlink

In the kitchen sink

Of programmers' overthink

I'm a microchip man

From a whiteboard plan

Pixels my only fan

If loving you is right, I don't want to be wrong