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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 5/10/2018 5:45:00 PM
Juliet, I love this because I too see it as an evil influence in our lives today. AT the same time, I love my tv, so I guess I shouldn't judge. Anyway, I wrote a blast against cell phones a few weeks back with Sign of the Times. Your ending on this poem, by the way, was just perfect.
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