John Bernard Poet I do not know?

I Used To Hate Phones

I am sitting alone
While I am on the phone
So I can hear who I called
In this room that’s 4 walled

Now I am done my call
And I walk down the hall
I have put down the phone
Then let I out a groan

I feel a phone is a curse
That could not get worse
Though they save many lives
They give me the hives

But I had to give in
It was not a sin
Got a myself cellphone
Now I am never alone

They softened me up
So that I gave up
So give me a call
No matter how small

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