Phone-Robber

Phone-robber is time robber:

My energy

Not traded by slave traders,

Not sucked by sugar planters,

Not trapped b’inhuman humans;

But sold to Motorola, and Nokia, and Samsung, and I-phones,

And I am in them:

In them all,

This is not funny

But phony!

The phone has taken my ears

And made me deaf:

High noise in General,

Low noise in Silence,

Medium noise at meetings,

Soul noise in Standard;

And I am toed by the ears,

Thunder noise! Rain noise! Battle noise! Love noise! Radio noise!

The phone has taken my eyes

And made me blind:

I must see America in my phone.

I must see my best friend in my phone.

I must read my school notes on my phone.

I must video someone,

Or something,

Just to show I can;

And take your photo,

Whether you buy it or not,

Just to show I can;

And take my own photo,

Just to show I can!

Yes I can!

The phone has taken my hands

I can no longer work:

Fingertip touch on palm top—

Read mails, or serve them as meals,

Bank special notes,

Bank names and numbers,

With a wow—wow wow!

Just to show I can,

Yes I can!

The phone is my shovel, my pickaxe, my pencil, my eraser.

So I can—yes I can!

The phone has taken my feet

I can no longer walk:

Except to fly for phone,

Or flow for phone.

I care not cancelling all trips just to trip for phone,

Forgetting is not permitted!

Go get the phone,

The magic wand that transports dreams

The phone has taken my head,

I can no longer think:

Most faithful phone in town,

Delivers my appointments,

Aborts my appointments;

She delivers my make-believes,

And aborts my make-believes,

With a wow—wow wow!

The phone has taken my days,

And weeks:

Day and night—

Twenty four eight;

And months,

And I lost the count of time.

Indeed I’m busy,

So busy with sense,

And nonsense;

I bet fifty-one percent nonsense,

Is nonsense!

So I flash you

With this phone,

Because my phone is empty;

And I flash you with that phone,

Because you are more empty.

Indeed it is not funny,

But phony.

Send me your money,

That I may phone another;

Send me your money,

That I may buy some tunes;

Send me your money,

That I may start a chat.

Phone breakfast, phone lunch, phone tea, phone play.

I will starve to death

If I don’t labour here—

I mean if I sniff or snuff less

The cellulaaaaar!