Cell Phone

You're encased and protected like a medal of gold, embraced with a handshake grip that never leaves one's hand cold. You're given a charge, and now you're in charge, superseding the best friend, the favorite pet, the work ethic, and even the prospect of the opposite sex, unless a tool for conquest. Your scroll is spread like bread before the bored. A thief of time, you cease to afford. Windows of electrifying mystery reveal a stroll through history's collected knowledge, yet the conscience drifts, given a mirror to vanity and a need-it-now mentality. We claim one for every family member, Even the youngest, especially the most impressionable.