Shouts the finished dishwasher, calling your name?
Has your washing machine played its cycle game?
Didn't you plan to clean the bathroom, claim?
And once again, the fridge, empty and tame?
Yet here you sit, glued to your device,
Mindlessly scrolling, like a soul in a trice.
Contemplating whether to share your verse thrice,
Oh, just one more Netflix episode, entice.
Oh, after coffee, you'll commence with might,
Oh, once the alarm's off, you'll leap with delight.
Do you know this feeling, this familiar plight?
Yes?
Well,...