I don’t want to hear
the shit music
coming from your shit phone.
Leave me alone.
let me watch how happy
people are,
how clueless, how drunk,
how blacked-out, how social,
let me watch.
I don’t want to hear
the shit music
coming from your shit phone.
Leave me alone.
let me watch how happy
people are,
how clueless, how drunk,
how blacked-out, how social,
let me watch.
American Culture, Depression, Isolation, Music, Poems, Poetry, Resistance
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#1 by Carl D'Agostino on October 13, 2011 - 10:38 pm
I don’t have a cell phone. Never have. The phone and the music everyone has invade and contaminate everything
#2 by Carl on October 16, 2011 - 8:16 am
Yes, contamination.
#3 by Evelyn on October 17, 2011 - 12:27 pm
everyone CLUTCHES them on the train. Its an illness.
so annoying.
#4 by Carl on October 17, 2011 - 11:28 pm
Amen. Thank you for commenting.