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Written: by Miracle Man
7/29/2017
More and more our lives are wedded to a phone,
It seldom leaves our hand or is left home alone.
I’m routinely interrupted by this monster’s ring,
I seldom respond to the message it might bring.
I employ the machine to screen each caller,
For a great percent are those seeking a dollar.
It’s usually a survey or an eight hundred number,
From shortly after daybreak until bedtime slumber.
I’ve never been a person to just idly sit and jaw,
Soaking up gossip, enduring another’s chutzpah;
Often I sit motionless like a mannequin on display,
Reaffirming the times of interruption that day;
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2017
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