Bzzzz Goes The Phone Poem by richard (sean) scarbrough (james)

bzzzz goes the phone as it does in silence,
what gave us the right, what license?
What have we become that even our phones,
must be silenced, are we never alone?

I want to shout that I am alive and not guided,
by those who are offended yet delighted.
These people laugh at you for what you are,
but yet are offended by the shape of your car.

There is always that one who ruins it for the others,
Surely they were never loved even by thier mothers.
When did the rights of the few start to outweigh,
the rights of the many, oh and by the way.

Merry X-mas and Happy Hanukuh and all of that.
Let me tell you friend this is where it's at.
Do unto others as we were once upon a time taught,
Then your lives will not have to come to naught.

I've been on my soap box long enough I guess.
I can hear some one saying give it a rest.
This little poem is not meant to offend,
I'm sorry if I did, ..oh yeah this is the end.