The average American is never alone,

talking, text-messaging, connected, equipped.

Never far from that marvel, the hand-held cell phone,

demands our attention, its numbers have grown.

A noisy appendage, carried and clipped

by the average citizen, never alone

or out of touch with his mobile clone.

With all this chatter, our manners have slipped,

never far from the tone of the portable phone.

Conversations, annoying, we secretly groan.

“Please shut off that phone, mute it!”

With cellular service, we are never alone.

In public places, one-sided calls drone.

Compelled to make calls— cell addicts

never far from that demon, the bleeping cell phone.

A culture obsessed, courtesy flown.

Invasive technology, let’s all get a grip.

With cellular service no one is alone,

never far from that demon, the bleeping cell phone.