Just an ordinary device

You can't have my number.

They won't give me a device.

Getting money out of them is like rolling a number,

Absent on the dice.

Twice I begged,

Twice I cried,

My reasons were not clear…

Because my conscience lied.

I had to let go of my first

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I stumbled upon second hand.

But my dearest kin reminded me…

This isn’t your piece of land.

Stand up speak out, was not my kind.

My morals were high, but the girl was turning me blind.

Squeezing out an attitude, chasing out my childhood.

Getting that first digital paper, was me stepping on to manhood.

Neanderthal was I was when the device was a binocular vision.

I let go scrapping and clawing, this was no more my secondary occupation.

I had you finally, I could make you cool.

This stuff is easy, the knowledge that doesn't translate from school.

Then I met others, who were smarter than you.

Suddenly you were not that special, hence my emotions withdrew.

I could replace you with anyone,

But my satisfaction could not tick number one

You are like a master and I'm like a pretentious slave.

Smart you can get, but emotions you can’t save.

Wish I could behave in the past,

Understood their lines.

This is nothing more than a gadget,

No wonder the radio still gives me smiles.

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 ...  Wedmer Picardo
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