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
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