CELL PHONE BLUES

You see them everywhere,

All over the place.

People with their cell phones

Attached to hand and in thier face.

Driving in their cars,

Or walking down the street.

People on their cell phones,

Oblivious, and not at all discreet.

You’ll find them in the stores,

Behind a shopping cart.

Yak, Yak, Yak on a cell phone,

From which they’ll never part.

Dining in a restaurant

Trying to enjoy a meal,

But someone’s on their cell phone,

Conversing, working on a deal.

Sitting in a theater,

The lights turned down low,

And some idiot is right beside you,

Cell phone out and screen aglow.

And how many times

Must our ears be assaulted,

By someone’s ringtone,

So obnoxious, you feel insulted?

 But what I find even more perplexing,

Are all those thumb muscles flexing.

Please don’t get me started

On this craziness called texting.

As for me, I don’t own a cell.

No use or desire.

I’ll stand by my landline

Connected by a wire.

Yes, I detest cell phones.

That ought to be perfectly clear.

Sometimes I wish all cell phones

Would simply disappear.

I wish it could happen

Some way, somehow.

And, oh by the way,

“Can you hear me now?”

Michael D. Schafer

© April, 2011