"Is that loud man schizophrenic Or on his mobile phone?"
She asked since I taught this tactic Once when we were alone How when somebody is talking To some unseen unknown We discern which type of squawking We hear just by the tone
My teaching failed though I accept no blame Since it turned out both were one and the same
If you wonder: "schizophrenic Or on his mobile phone?" It could turn out both or neither Or maybe neither nor But whichever of the either What are they shouting for?
I do not like their tone
The type of phone which I prefer Sits quietly and still As mine does and as all phones were And has a modest bill Because the bored utility Throws the poor a bone rate for a landline
My mental disability Although not schizophrenia says: "fine"
Now we can phone home from the Twilight Zone Stay lonely in a crowd Argue with ourselves in a drumming drone But must we be so loud? I might offer a word Of advice with a cord:
Brilliantly funny and full of truth. Now they are talking of banning wireless phones in school. I think that is a good idea. What are those kids going to do? Call Sally to for the answer to the question on the test? By the way, It is a proven fact that they have a legitimate reason for not allowing them in hospitals. People are on monitors and those phones can interrupt the signal being sent to the nurses station.
I own a cell phone but I am content to use it only when needed.
God Bless,
Lew
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Kalra.
I own a cell phone but I am content to use it only when needed.
God Bless,
Lew