Friday, April 18, 2008

Uncooperative Cell Phone

O small piece of plastic...How you thwart me so.
I thought you were my friend,
And everywhere we would go.

You taunt me with your ringing,
You patiently look for this user.
When all that you're really doing,
Is punishing me, you abuser.

If you would be so kind,
To just work with me one time.
I won't have to crush and squeeze you,
Like a margarita lime.

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