cellphone
sluts
by
daniel sieradski
so this girl
was standing
in the
subway stairwell
at 9:00
this morning
talking
on her cell phone
refusing
to move
how
mofuckin' rude
cell phone sluts
strut their stuff
and blab
blab their freaking lives away
walking
down broadway
surgically
attatched to their telephones
don't
you have a home to phone from e.t.?
why don't
you publicize your conversation
get
a sattelite dish broadcast round the nation
i feel so fucking
violated
when your
pathetic conversation's
radio
waves pass through my body
2nd hand
cell signals
giving
me cancer
but there's
no non-celling section
in
the restaurants
you're on that
damn phone so much
i'm surprised
you're not experiencing mutation
from the
radiation
skin melting
like wax
around
the phone
you don't
even need to hold it anymore
just slip
it into a flesh pocket
on the
side of your face
the tumor
growing inside your ear
will develop
little fingers to do the dialing
and now
aren't you so cool with your
mutant
cell phone head
they'll
make it a fashion statement
plastering
mutant models with
melted
ear pockets
on bus
stops and in subways
try n'
make you feel lame
for not
lookin the same
as we
all get raped
by your
radiowaves
and massive
brain tumors
dig
us early graves
phallic cell
towers spew signals into the sky
suckling
the antennae of a digital dynasty
put down that
fucking cell phone
before
you crash your car
you and
your hip holster belt clip
speed
dialin caller i.d.in voicemailin
headset
p.c.s. bullshit
and your
trendy backpack
with
the cell pocket on the strap
put down that
fucking cell phone
slave
of tricknology
being
reprogrammed by wavelengths from at&t
you sprint
slut
verizon
wireless whore
i'll take
that motorola and stick it up your--
hey,
why do you think it vibrates
i can see thru
you and your l.c.d. screen
your smooth
black case
rubbery
translucent buttons
and flexing
antenna
i can
see thru you
i can
see the top of the stairs
and picture
myself there
but you
can't see
you can't
see me or 300 other commuters
trying
to pass you
as you
occupy that stairwell
entangled
in your ego
entangled
in your self
and
your pointless 9 a.m. cellphone gossip
put down that
fuckin cellphone
a dollar
a minute
how can
you spend it--
that much
loot when you blab all day long
oh your
daddy's gonna pay
shit
well that's just wrong
oh you cell
phone sluts
you make
me so mad
hope your
batteries explode
shorts
out your keypad
