Cell Plots

no communicado…


My phone has found a better place to be,
Than drowning in my handbag full of junk.
As sure as shit, it isn’t here with me.
Or on the kitchen counter, shit, I’m sunk…

I must retrace my footsteps for a time,
Locate and foil this cell’s evasive plot,
I’ll solve the phone-dialemma and the crime,
For if I don’t it’s staying there to rot…

But hark, it’s been two fortnights, not a thing,
Where it could be? I do not understand,
If only it would call, if it would ring…
if only it was welded to my hand.

But sure as shit, it isn’t here with me,
My phone has found a better place to be…

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Copyright P J Ross
10032015

Image designed by P J Ross

 

Textoligomy

under the thumb/s…

texting1

You’re texting in my company
Just what’s this texting crap with you?
Why would you be that rude to me?
I haven’t got the faintest clue

Should I offend and do it too?
Your thumbs have such ability
to hold you down – admit it’s true
You’re texting in my company!

An ignoramus you can be
It’s like I’ve got the Asian flu
Do you need texting sympathy?
Just what’s this texting crap with you?

Perhaps you’d better walk me through
your thumb and keypad symphony
This arguement is overdue –
Why you would be that rude to me?

Committing textoligomy
should be black banned and made taboo
The textoholics won’t agree
But I’m not shy so here’s a clue

Communicatability
is badly lacking, in my view
If you can’t focus on the “we”
I think it’s time your thumbs withdrew…

STP TXTNG!!!

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Copyright P J Ross
13072014

Image sourced from Google Images