Sonnet To My Broken Phone
December 17th 2006 22:58
You are a waste of square inches of space
You are quite useless wherever I roam
Whether far away or pacing at home
You are kept away from ears on my face
Like victims in Arsenic and Old Lace
You function less well than sad Ethan Frome
You might as well be made of styrofoam
I recall when your awful fate was sealed
I got called and my bare hands tried to hold
You in the dark and the wind and the cold
Antenna was lost - and you never healed
You've been replaced but it is not the same
The new one doesn't have a single game
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