Cellphonitus

 

 Cellphonitus

Cellphonitus
  
  Cellphonitus
For the Blondes

It starts with the music.
Then comes the rudeness.
NOISE coming at me.
Talking stuff, listening some,
but speaking more.
Lady; you have some mettalic creature
stuck up to your ear.
Eyeing it all day long,
just to get the time and temperature.
Gabbing,
Yacking,
Smacking,
lips that should be my kiss,
instead of paying some attention
to your erratic driving.
Cellphonitus.
Desease.

Charles Robert Hice

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