Talking On The Cell Poem by Juan Olivarez

She doesn't know what's going on,
No clue I can tell.
Her mind right now is so far gone.
She's talking on her cell.

That girl behind the wheel,
The man ringing the bell.
The salesman trying to make a deal,
They're all talking on the cell.

The football coach on the sidelines,
That jogger that just fell.
The dancers in the chorus line,
They're all talking on their cell.

Do away with the damned things,
Ship them all to hell.
Let the Devil answer the rings,
We can do without the cell.

Well, maybe not.

11/3/10 Alton Texas