Lamentations of a Lost Iphone

Pushed on by memory By the bus, wrong stop, buttons touched too much Left behind, the mind and all connections Locked on display, light only, the tower knows To triangulate your position beep beep to passengers Unlike soap in the mouth as a punishment Iphone alone There is no cure for stupidity Not purified or purged Say something wrong my primal ones Numbers don't really reason before speaking Held on the line motionless on some remote seat Wireless now, laughing at lost signals, lost activity Speak to me from your darkness my lost love I can not breath without you Let alone phone home Beep beep come back to me my little monkey I'll never change your name or number