Just now,
during moments in the lavatory,
I thought:

"****! I don't have my phone!
If someone tries to contact me,
they may think I'm ignoring them!"

Wow.
**** that.

Can't I just take a ****
without such thoughts?
(People had it so easy
once upon a time.
And we call ourselves
so ******* advanced)

More poignantly:
what the **** have we allowed
or forced ourselves to become
as a culture of Science-
but more frighteningly:
as the Shaman-Sentinels of Mother Earth?

I'm gonna take
a long-*** walk
with my lovely dog
this fine dusk,
and I'm not bringing
that ******* phone.
Maybe I'll bring a camera
and a pen and sketchbook.

That's just ******* ridiculous.

We must all,
for the sake of Sanity,
remember to
turn the *******
and tune the **** out
from time to time;

or, conversely,
to turn the **** on
and tune the **** in
from time to time.

This habitual cancer
isn't ******* benign:
I hope I caught it early enough.