Ode to the i
A place to post our poems, prayers and short stories about the iPhone
still 143 minutes to go
the time it ticks so slow
I think I'm going to blow
still 142 minutes to go
featureless crap in my pocket
replaced by the iphone I can dock it
dreaming of its multi-touch screen
I'll wipe it every day to keep clean
calling the store every hour
the phone's unrelenting power
damn, another person in line
get away from my device devine
still 139 minutes to go
the time it ticks so slow
I think I'm going to blow
still 138 minutes to go
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