The Mistress of Word Play

I left it in my car, the devil's tool.
I never carried it the days I was in school.
I would forever be weighing the cost.
The hateful thing rang constantly
and the feeling I had of being free
had been compromised, somehow got lost.

If I left it resting in one spot too long
several days later a text message came along.
Hit one if you are hurt or dead.
The messages kept coming the longer I ignored.
Voice mail and text messages they endlessly implored.
My nights and days were filled with dread.

I felt my privacy had been invaded,
The phone would ring even though I evaded
and tried to ignore each call that came.
I would conveniently leave it in my car
And wonder at the technology from afar
At times it would call me by name.

A dispassionate smile was on my face
as I had to drag the stupid thing every place.
There was the fear my cell phone would ring
until one day when someone hit my car
and all I had to do was to press the star
to enlist assistance and the police to bring.

It seems the thing I called the devil's tool,
Became my friend and I think it is really cool.
I take back all those things I said
and have learned to really love
the electronic monster I had fear of
which once did fill my heart with dread.


 


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