Phones Are Existent
The phone, it breathes
It sleeps and it eats
Phones have emotions too
The feelings it has are actually true
It gladly stays in comfort in your back pocket
It starts eating when the plug is in the wall socket
Its food is the charge that drains slowly in time
And when it is hungry then it needs downtime
To charge once again
Or else it will drain
And be completely dead
To avoid that it needs to be fed.
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But phones never die for they can be charged
But they die when they're older when they are discarded
For they're not up to date with all the new ones
So they grow older and then you can't use them
They're done with their feelings
Then they have no meaning
And you move on and replace it
With a better, new, more updated fit
And soon time is gone
They cannot live on
Anymore.
Beginning to write this poem got me thinking a lot about how phones have a daily routine too, like how it's awake when we are and how it eats when it's charging and when the battery is low it's hungry and if we don't charge in time it gets critical and dies. Even how it gets older in time and we replace it with a better fit.
Thank you.
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