Internet and Telephone Poem

The Internet we'd all agree, is better left alone,
But shouldn't we we be wary of the humble Telephone?

To sin upon the Internet, my fingers move a mouse,
To sin upon the Telephone, I open up my mouth!

My fingers could, upon the Net, find sordid trash to view,
My mouth upon the Telephone could sordid gossip spew.

My fingers on the Internet can fill my mind with dirt;
My mouth upon the Telephone can others greatly hurt.

My fingers can, upon the Net, strip others bare to shame,
My mouth upon the phone can strip my neighbor of their name.

The Internet, with all its smut, has nasty things to tell,
But oh, the tongue upon the phone-is flamed by fire and hell.

(Author Unknown)