2024.4.24
Ever since you installed on my phone,
All those fantastic Firmware,
After explaining about privacy issues.
I thought it was a wonderful idea
And you did it with good intentions
To protect me from all those spywares' infection.
But did you know, when you decided to end our friendship,
You left me struggling how to use them.
Most of the Apps you installed
Had started to have errors and troubles.
Every where I went, people shoke their head,
Stated your Apps were too far advanced.
Some even made several attempts,
At the end, they gave up on helping me,
I did not know what to do.
Someone suggested deleting all your Apps,
Getting back to the normal Google.
After a while, I decided to keep all your Apps,
Let people slowly introducing the spyware back.
Although you walked away from me,
But you actually left behind
A huge empty hole in me,
Many strange and weird Apps
Like Amaze, Conversations, Newpipe,
MPV, F-Droid, Open Camera and TEdit
And lot of Apps to drain my phone's batteries.
People also made comments,
I have been brain washed by your terrible privacy idea.
BB, why did you do this to me?
If all they remember is the bad then I would write a really bad poem
I killed a man just to get in the newspapers and on the Six O'Clock news.
I wanted to get noticed even though my freedom was something I'd lose.
I did it just for the publicity.
I wanted people to notice me.
Because of what I did, millions of people are outraged.
It sure did feel good to see my face on the front page.
Now I'm being tried and I'm facing jail.
That idiotic judge actually let me out on bail.
Killing that man was wrong but I'm not one bit sorry for what I've done.
But I am sorry because the victim's dad is about to kill me with his gun.
(This is a fictional poem)
For writing poems here are some rules;
Don't treat readers like they are fools
And with them do be more direct;
Always give them great respect.
A reader's imagination is very vast;
Let's them pretend they're in the past;
Some prefer love mixed with devotion;
Others want humor creating commotion.
As for me, I like my very own
And read them often when alone;
When this world, I soon have to leave
Much publicity my poems will receive.
You may have CRUSHED me P D
but there's no rule that says I can't be
a major pest who will annoy you relentlessly.
I go where inspiration leads me
and P D
you have been a great source of inspiration for me
lately.
Now, am I commenting to myself, to one of my other personalities
or am I commenting to P D
aka P D He/P D She?
Are any of you out there as confused as me?
Am I BILLYtheKidster, the Poet Destroyer or aka P D?
Or Am I All 3?
Or am I BillytheKidster only me,
and Poet Destroyer aka P D
is a seperate living individual seperate from me.
Mystery.