Cellular Carnage
I own one but really despise it
Call me old-fashioned
but there's a good reason behind it.
Years ago, my daughter's Girl Scout pal
dropped her cell phone in the road.
She quickly turned to retrieve it
oblivious to the car that approached.
At the wake, there was mental carnage.
Permanent grief and complete devastation.
I own one, but that's why I despise it.
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