Mobile phone

 

Whispers in my ears at dawn.

This is my electronic leash.

Mocks me at times, if I over sleep.

 

Like my feet, you drag me wherever I go.

Chatterbox, close talker and loud mouth.

First to freak the grumpy gossip.

 

You look sleek as a corvette in my hand.

Quiz master, calculator and note pad.

Dictionary, directory and my fitness tracker.

 

Travelogues you create to windows like a dinner date.

Disconnecting connected connections in your trap.

No service or low battery, your vice to entice.

 

Control buttons buttoned by you.

Meetings melted to chit chats.

Tweets tampered to typescripts.

 

I dance to your dancing ring tones.

Overworked you go to peace.

I sleep, awake and sleep with my mate.

 

 

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