Friday, January 2, 2015

Did I Just Call Me That?

(or) Becoming the Apple of My I

It drives me up the wall to spy
Another instance of an i
Prefixed to what contrives a need
To keep me at the center. Why (?)

Have we become so sad these days
Of opulence and endless praise
That we can't let a moment pass
Without averting once our gaze

From all of these distractions mad:
iMac, iPod, iPhone, iPad.
Enough! I won't be taken, no, 
I tell you now this fact - I've had

Enough. Why can't we go with u,
Just for a change? Now hear me through:
UPhone, uPad, uPod, uWatch
Me make the point I'm trying to;

It's PRIDE! please don't you take me rude,
That word just begs to be renewed,
Out with the i, in with the u,
And there you are, you're left with...

Ohhh. That hurts.

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