Missed Calls Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Missed Calls



That cell phone dude,
Can you hear him now?
Who is he talking to?
You?

Why does no one ever
answer him?
Has his life come down to this-
a dropped call?

That good man
is trying to reach you.

TURN ON YOUR CELL PHONE.

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If it wasn't for that little piece of technology I would be free free free

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