Texts

A phone is for phonies.
A tongue is for a kiss.
Asses are just ponies
Created for bliss.

Some are like chosen devices
Cell phones are normally selected
Buttons are like our bad vices
Push the wrong one, get disconnected

Call it, a crutch, a staff or rod
When Gabriel blows his horn
We will only answer to God
Or a crippling evil scorn.