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Lunch with a Textile

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Lunch with a Textile

Ever have lunch
with a textile, a serial textile?
That's what I call people who are addicted to texting,
because you may as well have lunch with a textile...
You end up looking at the top of the textile's head
more than their eyes...
constantly interrupted 
a second fiddle to the texting riddle.
Every so often they look your way, cross-eyed,
head bobbing( like a baby bird searching for its mothers mouth),
chirping some vague words to catch up to the conversation
but they never catch up.
Their food sits in front of them half eaten-time to leave
they allow you to lead the way..
(be their seeing eye dog)
because their texting while walking..
They finally stagger to their car,
you say goodbye to the top of the textile's head,
they grunt something incoherent,
and as you pull away you see the textile slumped over
looking down at their pleasure box.
Under your breath you mutter, 
I pray they make it home alive.

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  1. Date: 8/24/2013 11:32:00 PM

    Loved it ! - I've had more than lunch with textiles!

  1. Date: 7/26/2013 2:43:00 PM

    very clever and well-written! you've made your point quite clearly and i love the word textile for someone addicted to texting.

  1. Date: 7/25/2013 10:30:00 PM

    Funny, but sad..Were becoming addicted to a little box...just go to any coffee shop and watch the couples doing their thing and not looking or talking. We should all be afraid..very afraid. BG

  1. Date: 7/25/2013 7:01:00 PM

    yes, so true. It was a guy who was texting while driving that totaled my neon. I was lucky and only got a bruise on my knee. cute poem, but the ending is very serious. love and hugs, catie :)