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
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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
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!