The Cellular Phone Conspiracy
It started around July of 2010,
when my pink fakeberry started,
digitally roaming in Boston's delightful
city of literal human combustion.
I gave it a moment when I returned to
the town of my sojourning...
August.
September.
School's here!
and I can't communicate with my friends,
with the one bar of service, I spontaneously
receive only around the church, of my prior attendance.
Should I sue? For all of the emotional distress,
sheer frustration, and anger caused by who knows
what technological phenomena!
For all of the bridges that I would have seen this pink
piece of plastic be projected from, and then pulverized
into smithereens by unsuspecting traffic.
For all of the bodies of water I would have submerged it in,
until it's digital roaming would float, resting in pieces.
I have been patient with you pink piece of plastic failure of a
cellular communication device!
*** Coming up next month the sequel: I love thee oh smart phone upgrade of the
android variety***
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