On Throwing the Telephone Out

Let’s not be oblique.
Your trendy cell phone’s chic –
but are you blindly riding it into the Zeitgeist –
unwittingly the victim of the heist
to which the culture periodically subjects
its hapless denizens?

Aw, shmenizens.

You like it.
You like it a lot.
In fact, if it were flesh
you’d mesh with it
employing every last delicious method
of a conjugation that the two of you
could conjure up.
Things would get steamy.
And creamy.

But now you face
your dusty and abandoned landline
left without a single course
to follow, and you swallow –
feel remorse.

You’re hardly being rash.
But it’s sad to throw a pet out
in the trash.


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