iPhone Lament

Oh, iPhone, iPhone wherefore art thou, my iPhone?
“I’ve run off with a scurrilous loser,
AT&T that loved to abuse you.”

Oh, iPhone, iPhone, who can replace mi amor
No Xtreme or Incredible can be found in the stores.
Ride that darn Death Star until you are sore.

Oh, iPhone, iPhone, I miss your tunes when I’m in my car,
So tempting, shiny and pretty you are,
But I’m just too weary with your carrier to spar.

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