Emma's Poem Lost
I wrote a poem about my mule
Emma is her name
The fact that this is not the one
My iPhone is to blame
One night while tired and somewhat bored
I looked in settings all functions stored
Many hidden most quite curious
I touched something quite injurious
When to Notes Emma’s poem to dwell on
There it was and then was gone!
Just for a moment all notes appeared
Then suddenly disappeared
iPhone what the hell did you do
Did I ever do anything to you
Why discard all my notes and thoughts
Leaving me with such a loss
Emma’s poem was filled with love
Now all I want is to get rid of
This evil machine that’s caused me such grief
And taken my work like a blasted thief
So Emma’s poem is gone forever
And I would so finally like to sever
My connection to this evil machine
That doesn’t really do anything
Dante failed to create a place
Where Steve Jobs could face his fate
A virtual place where you and I
Could digitally torment and make him cry
Then maybe we could find some peace
From iPhone blues and Apple’s Fleece
Copyright © Howard Tunick | Year Posted 2015
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