Kurrplop
I try to catch up
But what does it mean
To be bombarded by emails
And Facebooked by teens
I’m glad that my dogs
Haven’t learned how to tweet
For I fear that all they would say
Is lets go out to eat
My Mom never calls
She just sends me a text
“What do you want for Christmas?
How is the X”?
Dads on the phone
But he put me hold
His shrink is calling
Seems all he has is a cold
Technology is ruining
My life as you see
Seems I can’t have moment
Even to pee
I sit on the pot
With my iPhone so close
Hoping not to get caught
So I did myself a favor
And before I flushed
I dropped the phone in toilet
And it said "kurrplop".
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013
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