lochlan packer

Rookie (20/05/1995 / Australia)

My New Phone. - Poem by lochlan packer

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 about My New Phone. by lochlan packer

  • Gajanan Mishra (2/10/2013 4:17:00 AM)


    A lot of people you could call. good poem. I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2013



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