
Ode to a Lost iPhone (A Poem)
(Graphic: Kat Borosky/TueNight.com)
It’s morning in Chelsea
I have but a selfie
to show where you might last have been.
I’ve scanned all the garbage
Peered under the cushions
I love you like dearest of kin.
Are you in the dryer?
Looked lower and higher
In search of my wee data fix.
Seems my 5S is gone
I’m such a moron
Maybe I now buy a 6?
I lost all my contacts
My apps are for naught
How can I now get an Uber?
Hailing a cab
Annoying and drab
Feeling like such a big loser.
How ’bout the cloud?
Oh, I was too cheap!
to cough up for additional storage.
Hubris, my friend
You got me again
Please now talk me down off of this high ledge.
Hey — I never claimed to be a poet. Although poetry writing was my major in college. Whatever. Just read on, phone owner.
My license allows
(poetic that is)
To above say some technical fallacy
Of course I have back up
to prevent for the lack of
my iJunk but oh now-you-see
How punished a girl
(a person, to wit)
Can feel by the loss of a phone
To keep track of my gear
and prevent such bad fear
I may need a personal drone.
So watch with the booze
Or else you shall lose
This thingy that keeps you connected.
Use ‘Find My Phone’
And don’t be a bone (head)
Then you won’t find yourself so affected.
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Tracee Nickel It’s difficult to find educated people on this topic, however, you seem like you know what you’re talking about! Thanks|
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