Lament for a Dead Cell Phone
by flickr on Dec.06, 2007, under Ditty, Gadget
His Last Moments…, by nate_marsh.
$2.50 to wash & dry
How much does it cost to cry?
Oh N75 – you were not always clean
but I hope you know I did not mean
To launder you without a care
Amongst my shirts, pants & underwear
You certainly made me easy to reach
Sadly, you could not survive Tide with Bleach
You let me check my gMail 24/7
How many bars can you get in heaven?
I made a mistake, I left you to die
You’re texting with the angels now, finally dry…
;(
Translated from French by N.Marsh
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Ode to a Trusty Friend « Dr. Thinky
April 29th, 2009 on 7:56 am[...] this was not as powerful as my earlier swan song “Lament for a Dead Cellphone” or the hauntingly beautiful “Complainte pour un portable defunt” but I love [...]
December 6th, 2007 on 12:19 pm
You have way too much time on your hands!
Why haven’t you been discovered? Is CNN picking up your blog entries? Too bad.
December 6th, 2007 on 7:23 pm
You killed him Nate. You say it was an accident but you killed him so you would have an excuse to get an iPhone.
And everyone knows it.
On the bright side, you were able to insert the phrase ‘tide with bleach’ into a poem. Get it? ‘Bright’ side?