Snickerdoodle cell phone,
Called, but she ain’t home.
Charges when inclined to roam.
Left charger at my dealers home,
What smartphone methadone,
Will liberate my blank soul?
No longer tethered to a landline,
But addicted to The WiFi.
The collective stares away their prime.
Assaulting folks in real time,
Consuming identity, lost mine.
Whispering texts with light fingers,
Snapchat dick pics never linger.
Performing words like cunning linguists.
A vocational aptitude to malinger.
A auto-tuned idolatrous singer.
A modern age regressive zinger.
All batteries eventually run out.
All people eventually run out.
All credit eventually runs out.
Then you realize:
You can’t charge it no more.
Sometimes I have a fear of great heights.
Or, more accurately, a fear of falling from great heights.
Or, more accurately, a fear of dying from falling from great heights.
Dizzying vertigo, upward and further go,
Into the clouds.
Breathing breeds sobriety,
Side effects include anxiety.
Descending the birth canal,
Into a endless free fall.
Death is just another landing point.
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