Devalued

The phone is a hollow plastic shell

filled with air that’s turned to salt.

I said the words to end the spell

and hide a growing fault.

Sometimes it’s a heavy shield

and sometimes it’s a bribe.

Sometimes it’s the way I yield

to the pressure of the tribe.

Tonight it was just a swinging door

I shut to get some sleep.

I don't know what it’s used for

if the price is getting cheap.