i have a crush on a phone
sinking in it as a stone
would sink into a vat of ink
lost in pigment, far from home
longing for its bed of loam
i have a crush on a phone
i'd like to crush this ****** phone
for with a free hand i could find
a way out of this citrus rind
this volatile warming smile
**** i'm doing it again
i have the choice to be alone
but instead i'm on my phone
for want of--**** it nevermind
once again i've lost my mind
i'm crushing on my ******* phone
scuse me while i crush this phone