© 2026 Molly Bern Beware the Phone Rots I know about agent stacking, And all of your biohacking, With Big Brother always tracking, Rather not see Mother Nature cracking Throw out your TV, Go blow up your bots, Read your hard copy, Beware the phone rots Doomscroll's a habit, a dopamine drip, Set down the glass, honey, loosen your grip, Plant something stubborn, then wait on the rain, Call up your mother, don't text her again Throw out your TV, Go blow up your bots, Read your hard copy, Beware the phone rots The fridge has opinions, the car's a spy, Pull every plug and go look at the sky, Library card and a paper map, Get lost on purpose, then take a nap Throw out your TV, Go blow up your bots, Read your hard copy, Beware the phone rots Scrolling the apocalypse, thumb on glass, It’s not on a deadline, go touch some grass, Instant gratification better than alcohol, Maybe you need a little trip up to Montreal Throw out your TV, Go blow up your bots, Read your hard copy, Beware the phone rots Throw out your TV, Go blow up your bots, Read your hard copy, Beware the phone rots
