The iPhone
A modern convenience
I am a status symbol,
an oracle in your hand.
The need for me is simple,
technology at your command.
Me you carry with you,
a constant connection.
Hundreds of apps I can do,
and I will give you directions.
Ask me your questions.
An answer I always find.
I will even give suggestions,
when you’re in a bind.
There is a downside here.
What they pay an employee.
Two bucks an hour is unfair.
I think we can agree.
Would you pay more,
or should I be made cheap.
When you’re in the store,
what price do you seek.
When I am made,
what wage should you give.
Is it enough workers are paid,
so a good life they can live.
Do you care about it?
Is the price right?
Am I such a hit,
it is not worth a fight?
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona

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love your poem