Millineam Poem
Millineuam poem
The millineam has arrived and cell phones come in smaller size to confuse the
other half of us the thing sits behind the ear and works by feel and translates
speech to digits only numbers 1 an 0 and then the numbers go and somehow
they mistranslate back to voice in the great divided time between the caller and
the caller on the other phone the other one and what is even more fun is the way
they move around to get a signal not from the ground but from the aerospace in
space to make the phone work better so they can hear the digits 1 and 0 and
then the phone gets cold in pocket so they add a thing on belt that makes it look
just like a gun eye wonder just how many of them how many of them dumb ones
have got shot because of cell phone wallet on the belt it looks like gun.
God bless us everyone in the new milluneam
The brave new world has just become a huge grave zone. Please don’t call me
on my phone when eye am out and still about they might shoot me when eye
pull it out of the holder on the belt that looks like holster of my gun oh brave new
world.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
