Hey! There’s a new drug on the scene
Incessant mumbling of the cell phone fiend
They’re called cell phone junkies
And they emulate copy-cat monkeys
Ubiquitous industrial psychology
Producing addictive technology
Flooding the product to the people
The rich, the poor, the sane, the feeble
Intoxicating with communication power
Available every second, every minute, every hour
Electromagnetic radiation to your ear
Brain cancer? Have no fear?
When mentioned: a possibility
They laugh and respond: low probability
Feelings are twenty years hence, probably be dead
Does it really matter what chatter in my head?
Friends say “leave the dark ages, get a CP”
The science is still out, so please let me be
Urge to sell - addiction to talk
Deems them safe as we drive and walk
Snatches of conversation in passing
Give brief insight, never lasting
Little companion always at my side
Keeping me company, lifting false pride
Hey! Look at me I’m talking on a cell phone
I’m so modern, so cool, never alone!
I’m important with things to say
Phone service charges, must pay
Take my phone – a crime worse than death
It’s the only friend I have left
Have you had your fix today?
Pick up your CP, call someone right away
Can you hear me now as I’m walking
Oh, never mind, just keep talking
Can you hear me now, you’re breaking up
Out of range, out of luck
Temptation is there, I must admit
Not quite ready to commit
There goes a cell phone junkie
Emulating the copy-cat monkey
And the chatter goes on and on
Via cell phones all over the world
Spinning voices in a chattering twirl….
good write, but its the way the worlds going and theres no stoping it...
A strong statement on the futility of technology drenched in irony. Amazing how folks yammer more than ever, yet have less to say than previous generations. Keep your quill sharp, my friend! Warm regards, John.
absolutely correct...i came from a place called, the 'texting' capital of the world...
Thanks for reading me and commenting. Stay well and keep 'em rhyming
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I would like to translate this poem
Hahahaha I love it. Intoxicating with communication power Available every second, every minute, every hour As a blackberry addict to the point of writing a heartfelt tribute to it, I acknowledge it might be a hard habit to break but why try, we have to embrace new technology... I remember using carbon paper! Carbon paper! ! ! And Life without Google! The stoneage. Your poems make me smile. I read your waiting poem first. If you had a blackberry you would use that time for poems, rants, rhymes, NY Times...it makes waiting a lot easier. Love it!