Hello, lamppost, my old friend
I'm walking past you home again
With wider berth cautiously creeping
As I ponder our grim meeting
And the lesson you embedded in my brain
Still remains:
Beware the scars of smartphones

On May thirteenth I walked alone
Writing mail on my new phone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I strided heedless toward the nearby ramp
When my head was gashed as it crashed into that same light,
Which split the night
And carved a scar of smartphones

And in the Sacred Heart E.R.
I got ten stiches and one more
People talking without speaking
People texting without steering
People writing tweets that they may never share
Without a care
About the risks of smartphones

Fool was I who did not know
Hazards these devices pose
Hear my words that I might reach you
See my scar that it might teach you
But my words, like silent blood drops fall
...
And spatter on the glass of smartphones

And the people bow and play
Angry Birds all night and day
Words With Friends is much less boring
Than the words of this song's warning
Which to wit: "Let the words of friends' comments be written on your Facebook walls
--not eulogies' schmalz.
Be careful when you use your smartphones."

Copyright 2013 | Mike Urbancic | urbancic@gmail.com | Last updated 16 Jul 2013