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They talk on them incessantly they carry them to every area and venue of the public life they chatter at the insistence of the breath of life within them they think that it is some sort of talisman made to make them taller and much more better looking than they were before they got them. They carry strang inerversions of old tried and true such as holsters… Please don't call me on my phone when eye am out and still about they might shoot me when eye pull it out of the holder on the belt that looks like holster of my gun oh brave new world…they seem so cold and distant like a driver in a hurry…Gabbing,
Yacking, Smacking, lips that should be my kiss, instead of paying some attention to your erratic driving. Cellphonitus.  For all the world like a drunk reeling and clutching at the straws in the air like a drownding man intent on self survival and crazy like a man talking out loud to himself…A man walks in a circle talking to himself and moves around slowly to find the best advantage spot and although he is dancing all by himself there is actually someone on the other end of his cell phone…some people equate the phone number with identification in the millennium…EEYE do not have a PHONE NO CELL PHONE eye almost cried.
NO NUMBER NO PLACE IN THIS WORLD TO CALL MY HOME…the garbled that the messages is to eye sounds like a distant poem come to life…beware the cell phone jabber walker there…`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe…to paraphrase a phrase the brilliance that ewe are and the slimy toads on roads that dance in the waves of the island cove for mamsie loves her dandylion and he lives with no regrets, and the moment grabs the lather of the foamy waves of our island home. NO phone no lights no motor car no electric for TV, we make our fun beneath the waves the charlax and Ianthe race the merman and the mermaid place the love they have in the island place the woman and her toad… A hip hop to the barber Shoppe is cold blooded would you how could you the baby is with us please hand me the cell aunt ethyl is in jail
could you hurry up now the thing should have already been plugged
into my ear She needs our help oh Sherriff can we pay
can we bail OUT our aunt ethyl out of jail…the ending to this is not hard to twist the judge said time served go forth and do not break any more pay phones use cell phones instead for they cost less than this and they pass all the tests of the Richard Tracy fans not to mention the Communicators on Star Trek.

 

 


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