Voicemail

Voicemail

A Poem by PoeticFury
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You press my buttons, and drop me like I am nothing, yet you put information inside me for memory.

Why don't you use your mind?

I can do a bit of everything that you don't want to do. On the other hand you quick to replace me with something when it is around that time.

When I have the ability to get you to your friends and family at the snap of a finger, or at a fast pace. You quick to put your hands on me, and put your lips on me.

I don't want to always feel your mouth on my flat face.

When you are me.. I am always in demand I have more family members in my circle with different names, andabilities higher, and way further than you can ever understand or imagine.

I have a brother name Droid.

A sister name Boost.

Though when another version of us come out. It catches your eye. If they have the name I.

As a result you cut us loose.

You stick a wire in me, and wrap me in a case, and say that it's cover.

Is my name it?

Am I really that protected?

Saying that you would die if you didn't have me. That is just pathetic.

I have no one to reach, but someone is always here to reach me.

For once as your direct link I am saying go out, and set yourself free.

Hey did I mention that I had another friend? His initials are LG

Its funny cause to be honest I don't need you. I am always wanted. You need me.

Not to mention everyone keeps me somewhere alone.

My farther Mr Track said gives us a break. Don't think about it just go on

"Call me back when you get this message at the this number" I am sure you have it.

My name is your phone

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© 2011 PoeticFury


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PoeticFury
PoeticFury

New Orleans, LA



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