I Know Why My Cellphone Sings
Poem
Pressed a smart city,
Which is
One of many.
My sung, louder than
An old boom box,
Pretty late and
Wakes oh too soon.
Go back to sleep.
A night owl on the phone
Checks if you're okay
Tonight... Even
Sound is not safe.
Constantly wants
Out of this phone case.
Good stevens!
Small and can' t handle
A losing record, the blues.
Neighbors, local news...
Boring.
Landmarks, towers.
I know why my cellphone sings.
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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It is funny. A good job bro.
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