Here For The Rest Of The Day Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Being technologically somewhat less endowed than my
more advanced sistren and brethren, I ventured forth on
the exciting path of discovering the features of the cell-
phone I have been lent, a sophisticated Samsung that
can play my favourite radio station through the Internet

After scrolling for hours from music-hub to play-station to
Wi-fi and Bluetooth and everywhere else, pulling down
screen after screen and riding them upwards and side-
ways and everything in between, I managed to find the
radio icon, clicked on it, earphones in position, ready

To experience the marvel of FM Classic - but lo and
behold, the radio settings work directly and the swish
that sounds as I find 102.7 is terrible - unstoppable,
running away from the icon does not help, the swishing
goes on, after struggling like mad I switch off

The whole da*n phone, it is the most useless piece of
modern technology with the touch screen keyboard being
diabolically engineered to make it impossible to navigate
with my fingers, I’m reduced to yawning and stretching
and washing dishes to make the day pass

It does not work very well, the clock is still slowly
moving to two and I have to be here for the rest
of the day...