Millineam Poem

Millineuam poem The millineam has arrived and cell phones come in smaller size to confuse the other half of us the thing sits behind the ear and works by feel and translates speech to digits only numbers 1 an 0 and then the numbers go and somehow they mistranslate back to voice in the great divided time between the caller and the caller on the other phone the other one and what is even more fun is the way they move around to get a signal not from the ground but from the aerospace in space to make the phone work better so they can hear the digits 1 and 0 and then the phone gets cold in pocket so they add a thing on belt that makes it look just like a gun eye wonder just how many of them how many of them dumb ones have got shot because of cell phone wallet on the belt it looks like gun. God bless us everyone in the new milluneam The brave new world has just become a huge grave zone. Please don’t call me on my phone when eye am out and still about they might shoot me when eye pull it out of the holder on the belt that looks like holster of my gun oh brave new world.