Sitting on the porch
I find out that my stock
has plummeted,
And sip on a manhatten.
Sitting in my living room,
A message pops up,
And I'm talking to friends
Without hearing their voices
Lying on my bed,
Minutes before slumber,
I pick up my mail,
Without lifting my feet
Sleeping at night,
three o'clock in the morning,
the cat hits a button,
And a message appears
What would I do,
if I needed to function,
Without this fantastic
Wireless devise?
I'd be forced to imagine
What life would be like
With this fantastic
Wireless devise.