the blackberry blues

who are you texting
now, my dear, or
e-mailing, what
is that beep, that
bong, that music,
the tweet, the twitter,
why are you typing
while we are eating,
driving, making love.
why do you sit in
your car for ten
minutes when you arrive
to catch up on those
fifteen missed very
important
communications, what
the hell is so
urgent that they
can't leave you alone.
where are they now,
where will they be
in ten minutes. what
are they eating,
drinking or saying,
or doing this very
second. oh please,
let's find out.what
are they wearing,
and who are they with.
we need to know,
don't we. the whole
world has turned into
a fifteen year old girl.
it keeps lighting up.
morning noon and night.
it never stops. why do
you tilt it away, so
that i can't see it,
who are these people
that can't leave you
alone, that can't for a
minute give you rest
from that gizmo in
your hot hand. why do
you have to go to
the bathroom so
often, or leave
the movie theater
right in the middle,
it's beyond rude, it's
absolutely crazy.
a sad social addiction.
it's midnight, please
make it stop for just
a solitary moment.
i can't wait to get mine
just to show you
what i mean.