We’ve got Wifi you said; to get away from your ubiquitous
rugby I watch Bedknobs And Broomsticks instead, but now
it is ME causing OUR Internet connection to be slow. You
watch your amazing sport, men fighting each other, and
I listen to melodic alphabet songs in Arabic
But WE have unlimited Internet connection with a CLAUSE;
if we use up a certain amount it reverts to slow speed so
we are caused to commit suicide – I go out, marching, you
made an empty promise – “Oh, we shall have UNLIMITED
Internet connection”, only afterwards the snag is revealed
Thank you very much, this means it is NOT unlimited, thank
you so very, very much; for me there’ll be no more listening
to Arabic song…
Saturday 13 July 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem