Me, My Cell Phone, and I

I smoke the grass and mow the laundry, Fold the dishes and vacuum the mail, Then smile while I’m taking a selfie, Texting proof of my own Holy Grail. And I wait in the dark for a friendly reply, It's just me, my cellphone, and I. It's got an app for this, an app for that, And the blessings of Amazon Prime. Plus all that streaming podcast chit chat, That's consuming my ration of time, While I search for a site that might brighten the sky, Meant for me, my cellphone, and I. It’s got a post hypnotic ringtone That determines the mood of my day. It seduces in razor blade silence, Then presides while the game is in play. Just don't ever dare to ask the question, "Why?" It's just me, my cellphone, and I.