Monday, September 5, 2016

The Date

Get off your fucking phone--your game
Is not important--nor are you,
Such that you need to send that text
Right now--there's no one that is due
Such rudeness--it will be your next
Dumb accident that brings you fame.

You're on your fucking phone in class,
You're on your fucking phone and drive,
You're on your fucking phone and sit
Across from me and do not strive
To interact outside your mitt--
I stand and leave your fucking ass.

In curiosity I stay
And watch for when you'll notice I
Have left. It takes you almost ten
Long minutes--when the bill comes by--
Before you glance around, but then
Your phone determines, yes, you'll pay.

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