My New Phone. Poem by lochlan packer

My New Phone.



a long time thy takes to charge.
a lot of people you could call
a nokia could sink a barge.
as its internet connection falls.

as the morrow you text.
when the phone is all but broke.
your brain shall start to flex
on a fit of rage you choke.

as the generations advance.
the need for more has corrupted shops
so now here is where i take my stance.
so now they are being turned into tech props

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 10 February 2013

A lot of people you could call. good poem. I like it.

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