My parents never have time for me;

I’d do anything to just make them see.

They say they’re making difficult decisions,

But all they seem to do is watch television.

Mom and Dad are always using their handy-dandy telephones

That when I try to get their attention, they tell me, “Watch your tone!”

Mom always seems to be preoccupied with her teleconference;

I mean I know she’s doing business,

But this all feels like nonsense.

Both are sitting down as usual,

Watching the news telecast.

They have no emotion, no expression;

They’re just vast.

It’s as if aliens had snatched their brains and left them hypnotized.

Maybe, hopefully, that’s the reason why I’m not recognized.

So obsessed with technology,

They tend to not acknowledge me.

Ignoring me, but concerned with their telecommunication,

They’re simply too busy connecting with the entire nation.

Screaming, screeching, silent cries;

Nothing seems to rip their eyes

Away from the screen they hold so dear,

Giving them a 24-hour disguise.

My parents are robots,

Slugging through life,

Never paying attention.

My life is now overrun by technology;

I’m barely to mention.