11 May 2013
Phone
I have become as suits a man
Approaching his centennial year
A servant to my mobile phone
Securely attached to me.
It dangles loosely from my belt
Or in my pocket sends vibrations
Alerting me that someone would
Engage me in a conversation.
Let me not denigrate its use.
It makes you speak – you’re not alone.
For these two reasons I propose
That I be buried with my phone.
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