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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If it wasn't for that little piece of technology I would be free free free