A Ghastly London Night

[busker]

'Twas once upon a sleepless night
when faint I stumbled from my bed
and found my way to my porcelain throne
where I sat like a king, regal and said
"Tis here, I shall take out my phone."

So the phone didst come .... the 'st' suffix, archaically speaking, applies only to the second person singular. Its usage here is incorrect
and it's shimmer did glare .... its, not it's
and my eyes adjusted to the sun's wicked stare
as I scrolled through social media.

Addiction became me
so 'n hour I sat .... what's 'n? 'An' doesn't need to be abbreviated and I don't recall such an abbreviation, archaically speaking
with my bum on the loo 
in a very great spat
and my legs became numb
and 'twas there I decided
I'd had a good run
and I stood, quite indicted .... don't understand the use of 'indicted' here
but standing would be my undoing.

My phone slipped from my grasp
into great muddy waters
and here I beg the question
should I buy a new phone
or should I just leave social media alone? 

Good first poem - despite the subject