There it goes again

A convulsing phone

Bzz-bzz the phone aggresses. Bzz-bzz,

  to you it addresses

Bzz-bzz, come on, pick me up you f****r, it expresses. Bzz-bzz,

  productivity digresses.

Bzz-bzz, your hand caresses. Bzz-bzz,

  forget your stresses.

Bzz-bzz and the world suppresses. Bzz-bzz.

Author's Note

There ought to be a genre called 'frustration.'

Reviews

[Dye]

I was irritated just reading it. But not at you, just the phone constantly buzzing. I agree with you on the "genre" thing. I hate posting my rants and random things under poems-- seems so misleading. LOL

[K]

Phones are frustrating. And the lack for proper genres is also. :-) Nice poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.

[Chadvonswan]

Perfect characterization of modern cell phones. They are society's invisible antagonists, pestering us for our time, and of course we all ways give in.