Hold the Phone
Telephones are melting minds,
digital waves are cooking brains.
Facebook is our judge and jury.
An old man is eating ice cream cones,
one after an another.
He is sniffing little girls hair
unaware that anyone is watching.
I think his strange demeanor
signals that he doesn’t care
about America, just the Ukraine -
maybe we should move there,
might be safer?
Idiots shout into their cellphones
and the whole world is now a telephone booth;
global warming is a dire warning
and apparently methane is the scourge of the earth.
We more responsible citizens
are just trying hard not to fart.
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