What in these symbols has power?
None of my letters could build you a tower,
But something within the screen of my phone
Has mass, has inertia, has song, has tone.

Where are the electric lines?
Neither hither nor thither, whichever one signs
But for some reason, I can't help but feel
That my electric lines are something more real.

What are the squiggles that wave from afar?
A symbolic cookie from an imagined jar?
Or are they a prize for forming a speak
That, through my squiggles, may squeak?

You refuse to see
That you aggravate me
You talk nonstop
I think my ears will rot
You give me so much to think about
That I overload and have to shout
You’re annoying in everything you do
But I’m for some reason drawn to you
You’re the one I love to hate
I’m the one you love to exasperate
You have this weird kind of charm
That causes me the greatest alarm
Your every move is a puzzle
If I could I’d give you a muzzle
You are the one to light my fuse
Forever and a day you are my muse