I watched in horror, and stunned silence as a woman spoke into a gadget in her right hand/Oblivious to the reality that continued to unfold...

She spoke into it with great enthusiasm, and purpose/Every word made more important by a wave of her hand - as if she were beckoning to some invisible audience...

Yet, this wasn't the worst part
her daughter was by her side

She paid attention to her child with the same detachment a cat shows a well
played with dead mouse

Her daughter could have been hurt, or kidnapped - Would she have noticed? -
Would she even have cared?

That bauble seemed to hold more fascination for her than the happenings of
True Significance

All around her though/the tempest raged

10 year olds killing three olds/Pubescent Flowers choked
out by pedophilic weeds/The War In Iraq

Maybe it was the "Virtual Blue" that lulled her consciousness to sleep...Or the
melodic sound it made when it came to life in her pocket

Would her her Caller I.D. her as being lost?
Could she ever be found again?

Sadly, she wasn't the only one who possessed it...

Over two thirds of the humanity I observed had one as well...

To me, they all fell under the same category -


Cellout!

Mindless people hooked on a cheap technology...


...Mere slaves to a toy manufactured by The New World Order...

It's not about having a cell phone. But, some people I've seen act as if their
cell phone is the most important thing on the face of the planet.

Peace, and Love to the whole GS Poetry Family/Be Blessed...And, Be Well