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Mobile Phones (Free verse) by RGSsparky

Mobile phones, they annoy the hell outa me, They never work they make me want to scream. Never any signal especially in cases of emergency, Always get you cut off without care of the urgency. Batteries die cuz they are to old, Companies claim them to be new and bold. When you buy your phone its the newest in stock, Two days later and its off the production block. Theyre useless with phone calls , Off peak on peak! What a load of balls. Speakers, crap. Mics, crap. Buttons, crap. Design, crap. Screen, crap. I hate them, yet theyre occasionally useful, Please make alternatives, something beautiful.

Bobjim 15-Nov-04/8:09 AM
I sense a lot of rage coming out in this poem. Perhaps you should consider some of my never-fail calming techniques.
For you, I would suggest finding the biggest, cheapest, ugliest mobile phone around, buying 10 of them, and destroying them in interesting ways.
Alternatively, send this poem to every mobile phone company's customer services e-mail address.




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