The Cue to Go Home

Oh,

shapeshifter.

Whatever form you’re in,

whether it be a water bottle;

a banana;

or a Hitachi;

you know how to make

the air resonate.

And humans,

some flinch at your presence.

You are the almighty microphone.

The zero-privacy telephone.

The drunk girl's megaphone.

The shy kid's cue to go home.

And most of all,

you are a social drone,

ready to strike, 

whenever your owner feels it’s right.

Leaving our mouths spewing foam.