Distractions at Hand
Getting my dopamine fix at the expense of everything else
Digging the ground; I’m a farmer with a crop.
Icing the cakes; I’m a pastry chef, oops now line cook.
Scrap this whole hand; I won’t wait on the flop.
Tricksy clues, hidden libraries, puzzle piece in a book.
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Rescue the princess, find the best sword-
And every morning, coffee and a new five letter word-
Cranky birds, peeved pigs, stolen eggs, each round a new board
Two dots, matching jelly candies- my thoughts wait in line to be heard.
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In my hand a marvel, a phone for calls
Or directions, the occasional text?
Nah- gimme games- Royal Match will be next.
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This poem is an acrostic- the first letters of each sentence spell out the word DISTRACTION. We pay quite a price for out gaming time, it's paid with our lives, the times of which is finite.
When I'm not seeking the dopamine thrill of completing a line of three meaningless icons and clearing the board, I do other things that make me happy.
Here's my latest look back on how I got to this place:
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Judey Kalchik
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Comments (12)
Love this one Judey! I’m with you on the games… first thing in the morning… Wordle, Quordle, and Duotrigordle! Woohoo! Then I try to reach “Genius” status on Spelling Bee. It’s all a great “Distraction”!
Good one
Very fun to read
That was a lot of fun. Well done.
Talk about the current ultimate distraction we face!
Sweet!!! Loved it!!!💖💖💕
We are in the same page! Love how you expressed this. My left brain is using this as evidence to indict the right! 🥰
Love it, these app games inspirational poem
Ah, yes. Pam is the phone gamer at our house. I recognize all of those. Angry Birds was frustrating enough for me, back in the dinosaur days. Great job with the acrostic!
Good job 👏🏼
Fun and well done, very well thought out.
Well done ❤️📝💯😉🎯❗