Am I alone in thinking
That g.s.m.s are blinking,
At every hour ringing,
Emitting beeps or pinging?
An hourly sms,
You wouldn’t dream of less.
Grammar fails in texting,
Or, when dating, “sexting.”
Oh, for the days of peaceful trains
And waiting rooms without refrains,
No declamations decibels loud,
No satellites or wireless cloud.
No “u”s and “lol”s and “smiley faces,”
No wireless trail to track our traces.
What I am thinking, after all…
“Excuse me! Have to take this call.”
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