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Why I Sold The iPhone

It was given to Graeme
And I signed up for his friendship
And a c6502 computer compiler
And a last call of func_sync($)

All of these transmissions-
On my phone of personage
And sitting between dandelions
And the apprehension of a lucid dream
To be watched, while typing,
Surely Lenin’s dream is this

Out of casserole glassware to prey upon
My fingers were the cassette
And I was being played
While devouring novichok

It was the brightest day
And we had George
Who trusted Buttigieg independence
Of Monroe Doctrine undone
And yesteryear until my feet wept for knees

40,000 bees at Apple Computer
Dreaming gently of Darwin
While Nigerians prepared for dinner
I was off on my Suzuki
And sang and prayed
And ate Crème Brulée

Aboard 40,922 shoes
But left hanging in San Francisco
For the cyberwar that ended China
Everyone knows-
Ghengis Khan is a millionaire

Jeff