Phone Skank
The phone keeps telling me things I already know:
My boomers want to blather,
I seem to be getting fatter.
I listen to it anyways.
Repeating useless thoughts coquettishly;
I'm a sl_t for them.
Copyright © B. Joseph Fitzsimons | Year Posted 2024
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