Collect Calls To God And The Price You Will Pay.
Collect Calls To God, And The Cost You'll Pay.
Let us ponder cell phones,
glued, screwed and tattooed
to drivers ears, as they sway
swerve, brake and veer all over the roads.
It is estimated that almost 40%
of recent fatalities are caused by
cell phone distractions, text messaging
dialing numbers, dropping the phone and so on.
Cellular destruction of the flesh,
where the last sound a loved one,
your boss, your lover, or your kids will hear
on the other end of your final call,
will be the screeching of rubber,
the rending of metal, the shattering of glass,
your cry of fear cut short, and the fracture
of your skull on a windshield bursting outward.
Needless to say the cell phone usually falls
harmlessly to the floor, and is hung up by
the responding emergency crew.
Your mobile phone could quite
suddenly become your last stop.
Your personal lap top could
wind up in the confines of a coffin,
with your hands folded neatly over it.
Your palm pilot might just palm you off
to less then heavenly rewards.
This will leave you with a collect call
to God, and he will collect you,
and the cost you'll pay will be deadly.
See that berm over there,
that gas station,
that rest area so pastoral,
pull in, dial up and jabber away.
The worst part is,
quite often a call
on a cell phone,
kills the others you hit.
Taking out women, children and babies,
fathers, husbands and brothers,
innocent victims of your techno delight,
all for the simplicity of finding out
What time dinner is?
What you need to pick up on the way home?
or just to relay that you will be late!!
And most definitely "you will be late,"
as in the late Mr.-Miss or Mrs. Deceased.
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