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TELEPHONE A FRIEND

Poetry By: moonphish
Poetry


call me ?


Submitted:Feb 21, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


that multi-chipped computer

wrapped inside that plastic shell
was once the little brainchild
of ol' alexander bell
.
he hollered out for watson
when spilled acid made him wince
and now it seems the whole wide world
has hollered ever since
.
we telephone our neighbors
and we telephone our folks
we cry about our sorrows
and we laugh about our jokes
.
but mister bell would never guess
what might have happened next
now, we don't even need to speak
we merely have to text
.
we text in weirdly coded ways
we text an LOL
we text our joyous escapades
we text our trips to hell
.
perhaps it's now too easy
to just mass communicate
we might make bad decisions
in our hurry to create
.
so think before you type
for when you click that key to send
your secrets can turn deadly
when you tell a phony friend




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