I’m sitting in class today,
holding my strong rage at bay.
People are playing with Kindles and iPhones,
and I want to take them away.
For a text is fine,
checking time understandable,
phones in their proper place, sure!
It’s all of these kids who are Wording with Friends
Who fill me with such iFuror.
Dr. So-and-So continues his lecture,
on and on he drones,
but the rest of us are suffering through it,
so put up your &*#!+*-+$* phones!
Yes, I admit
that none of the knowledge
he’s spouting has entered my dome,
but really it’s your fault
(or at least it’s Steve Jobs’)
cause I’m sitting here writing this poem.
