Last Call

Cars

don’t look

like cars

no more:

no fins

no chrome

no roar.

Instead

they seem

like jelly beans.

Too smooth

too round;

I’m bored.

Perhaps

that’s why

those smart

phones rule.

They’re slick,

they click;

so cool.

I think

that’s why

they sell so well.

In black

and white

and gold.

One day

our phones

will run

the world.

With apps

and zaps

and pings.

They’ll check

our hearts

and other parts.

With socks

and shorts

and rings.

Our blood

will flow

much slower

then.

Our needs

will be

so low.

We’ll be

like frogs

on plastic logs.

And watch

our bottoms

grow.