My phone is so lonely
I am fine clearly
But my phone
Feels quite alone.
It hasn't rung in a while
It feels lonesome meanwhile.
I like the silence
But my phone resents the absence
Of sound
In the foreground.
It hangs there on the wall
Sending me dirty looks like catcalls
Saying to me why don't you yak
With someone that will call you back?
What's a phone that doesn't sing
With a nice melodious ring?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem