Great entries, people!
I adapted this one from a longer poem (ballade) that I wrote some time ago:
I’m hiking through New Mexico, let’s say,
facing the glories of the setting sun.
But just before I get to Santa Fe,
there you are, stranger, with your ganglion
sized brain and SUV that weighs a ton
paying no mind to sunset’s golden crown,
but nitter-nattering ninety-nine to one…
so would you kindly put your cell phone down?
Haven’t you noticed it’s a lovely day?
The kind that makes you want to jump and run?
But even driving, you can’t throw away
that cell phone. Look, you're running down a nun!
So I’m no longer saying this for fun.
My curse can blow a Humvee out of town.
I’m out of Prozac, and I have a gun.
So would you kindly put your cell phone down?
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