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Trouble Maker


All hail Apple and Samsung
For this my prized possession,
That allows me to escape into
My Cyberworld obsession

I could tell he was a trouble maker
Even before I got near.
He was standing in the bus queue
With no phone clasped to his ear.
To make matters worse,
What I couldn't understand,
He didn't even have a phone
Held gripped in his hand.
 
Of course it couldn't last.
The bus queue set him on fire
Then stood and stood and watched
As he writhed in his funeral pyre.
What he hadn't  realised,
Folk like to be left on their own
When they're standing in public
Making love to their mobile phone.

All hail Motorola and Sony
For this my prized possession
That ensnares and traps me
in My Cyberworld obsession







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