Cell phone. Hell phone.
Let me be!
Since I've met you I've not been free.
I pretend I don't need you but you're like a drug.
You are the marigold; I am the slug.
I've threatened to cancel. And set myself free.
Just one more email "save a tree!"
I've been on the highway and shocked to find
that I'm not connected, having left you behind.
And now I have bluetooth!
With voice command. Call Bob call Debbie.
Makes me feel quite grand.
I get emails from England; grandson at school.
Pictures attached. Grandma feels cool.
I guess I'll keep you. I guess you're alright
let's plug you in... just one more night.
Judi
Adult
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