Say What?... [March Contest Ode To The Cellphone]

As I touch the keys
let my thoughts come loose
Pictures come and go
using more damned juice

The linking that I share
with the world at large
To my credit, I must use
a phone to make a charge

Killer phones, they are
They’re holding me for ransom
They’re so sleek and fast
some are really handsome

Anticipate my needs
just scan my words before
Put their own words in
Don’t need to say it anymore

If I hesitate too long
pushing buttons, texting
I may find myself
in a conversation vexing

Give me some control
cell phone gods, I pray
Let me make one call
just one; going right today