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.
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