Big Brother In My Pocket
By Rick Rucker
The cell phone I carry has the power,
To run my company, hour, by hour,
Its power is so robust,
It leaves my old computer in the dust,
Instead of having to phone in,
I check the Web remotely, a major win,
I check my stocks, and check the news,
Listen to tunes, if I get the blues,
I can forever monitor my mail,
Through daily briefings, I now sail,
If a picture is worth a thousand words,
I have sent millions of them to fellow nerds,
From my office, I am free,
Free of my phone, I shall not be,
To it, I am always tethered,
The fellow that invented it should be tarred and feathered!
I long for those days of being alone,
Not possible, not with this phone!
I think about how I got imprisoned with mirth,
It constantly tells where I am on Earth!
Like a prisoner’s bracelet, that I wear,
To take it off, I would not dare!
Yesterday, on a day most sunny,
It texted me, it wanted money!
It was not a large amount,
I dared not to deny it, it knows the info for my bank account,
To those that think that tech can’t be bad,
I feel as if I have been had!
A simple phone, like any other,
It has grown into Big Brother!