Texting is the best! It’s for the meek and the brave.
You can text beneath the earth in a cave!
You can text in a plane, way up high in the air.
You can text in your office as you sit and stare.
You can text as you’re wrestling with a bear!
You can text to your enemies in sneers and bytes.
When you’re mad, you can text away your angst, your spleen.
You can text to your friends in purple tights.
You can even text to Elvis, “John 3:16”!
You can text in the rain amid the filth and muck.
You can text when you’d rather clench your fist.
You can text like a crane, you can text like a duck.
Ah, texting! What a wondrous little piece of luck!
The only thing it can’t do is assist
in reproduction, so get off your ass and f***!
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