Cellular Phone

Sometimes I teeter on the brink Have difficulty getting along, I think, Definitely lost and frighteningly alone Without my ubiquitous cellular phone. Once upon a time, so long ago, I could freely come and go But now I'm a prisoner and so alone Without my ubiquitous cellular phone. I remember when I would come and go My machine would pick up friend and foe But now I dare not leave my home Without my ubiquitous cellular phone. When I reach for that little black gadget And find it missing from its usual pocket I panic and break out in a sweaty groan Without my ubiquitous cellular phone.