“SAFE PHONE CALLS!” a poem August 14, 2019 (Wednesday)
The phone is “safe,” so why not have,
A LIFE ON-A-PHONE? on-phones, instead,
Of lives of-touch-and-tears-with-shoulders-bare?
A phone is safe; a phone don’t care!
And “the-other” might-abuse the-phy-s i-cal,
No-problem! On-phones, just-do-[the]-musi-cal,
Rendition(s) of a silent movie;
It’s SAFE on phones, safely groovy!
There’s no reason, then, to take next steps,
Or-to co-exist! or do “10 reps,”
Of Honey, laying in-your-lap;
Phones – can-be-anywhere – on the-map!
And phones are sterile, so you need never drip,
Upon your lover’s gentle lip!
You need not take chances if-you just use the phone!
You-can-REALLY just (you-know) be-alone!
So, you can chat-if-you-want – or-simply dis-appear,
And YUCK! I can’t stand that nasty, salty tear!
The one(s) you’ll never have to know, My Dear!
Who cares about salt? I’m-just happy to peer,
At-you occasionally – and-exist on words,
Bouncing around in my ears! and -there-will-never-be-turds!
Or-your fresh blood, dripping from a rose bud’s prick,
And I-don’t have-to-“wait-on-you” when you’re sick!
I can just say: “Sorry! Wish I was there!
Kind-of,” as-you blankly stare,
Into your phone and-say: “I-really-DO like,
To-be quite distant! and hugs might spike,
My blood pressure! Gosh, that could-be bad!”
HUGS AND KISSES MIGHT-JUST-MAKE-US-SAD!
So, “Hi there, Friend, how are you?” Phone romances! They’re-always-new!