Cellphone Poem by Francie Lynch
Cellphone
I'm many coloured
and a perfect transcriber
and transmitter.
I only listen,
And do not interject.
Whatever you say or write,
I record faithfully.
At times, you may think
I read your mind
While it's in the clouds,
That's autocorrect,
But you push send.
I'm the perfect ear,
The ideal partner.
I'll never willingly repeat
Your heard and spoken secrets.
You're the human.
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