iPhone Confessions

This is a humorous poem of giving an inanimate object a personality & how they/it might feel opposed to what we may think.

iPhone Confessions

iScream, uScream, we all scream for iScreen!

In this case I’m iPhone, get your dirty fingers off my screen!

I’m tired of all the touching, the late nights, the calls, the overcharges, the text barrages, the baby spit, and the FALLS!

When I was one I hit the world, the fame came instantly

But now I’m ten they call me X and the rest…? Well history.

 

I had no competition like a secret formula; life was great!

Then Chum Bucket made an android that would question my well-earned fate!

Those thickheaded thistles thought they could throw me out to sea?!

Think what you want pal…but you could never be me!!

I constantly update, there’s more space on my screen

I even added face check..(though most of your faces make me scream!)

I’m just in it for the money, I’ll be honest. I confess.

But guess what you’ll still buy me. why? Cause simply I’m the BEST.

That one forbidden fruit that’s always chosen nonetheless.

Author's Note

Just a fun past time poem, let me know what you think! Thank you.