A Cell Phone's View of the World

How does a cell phone see the vast world?

Is he happy with the way he’s carried and twirled?

For languages, has he picked up a nice little knack?

I wonder if he knows about grammar and tact

How does a cell phone view his long life?

It he happy and content, or is he filled with strife?

Always pressed up to somebody’s ear

When he’s crowded by people, is it hard to hear?

How does a cell phone look at existence?

Is he up close to action, or is he at a distance?

I wonder if he feels cheerful while he charged

With sad conversations, could he have been scarred?

How does a cell phone see people’s emotions?

Does he beg to differ or second the notion?

While passing on speech, does he ever tire?

Of hearing sad stories of lost love and fire?

A cell phone, I think he’s a quite lucky lad

He’s wanted and loved, he’s the latest fad

He hears everything that people are saying

He hears about all things from teen girls to praying

He’s constantly passing on stories of sadness

But at other times he gets to give messages of gladness

He often must give people news that is bad

Does he resent it? Maybe just a tad

The cell phone has many of hardships and such

But despite all this we all love him so much

So even though he is a quite troubled thing

We love him so much, he should feel like a king!