Where the F*ck is My Phone? (A Poem)

Where the f*ck is my phone?

Seriously, I'm walking around my house like some senile old geezer.

Cussing under my breath as I check and recheck everywhere.

I am beginning to wonder if maybe I left it in the freezer.

I swear I'm not that old.

So, why do I feel like I have as much memory as an IBM Commodore PC-5.

As I keep looking for that damned phone,

I even am beginning to wonder how am I still even alive.

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This is quite ridiculous.

I'm on the young side of 50. It's not like I'm ready to be a senior home resident.

Of course, the way this country is going lately,

This also means I might just wake up to find I've been elected president.

Maybe it's a sign I should just leave it where it is.

Stop being so dependent on technology and instead focus on activities that will get my brain toned.

Oh, who am I kidding.

Where the f*ck is that phone.

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