Texting or Torture?

I'm sitting in my bed.

My phone begins to ring.

Who could be calling me

On this little thing?

I look at the screen

A text message for thee!

Oh boy, I had thought.

Who could it be?

I click open up!

I read it away.

It was an add.

For some stupid game.

I put the phone down

All ready to sleep

When all of a sudden

I heard a loud beep!

I looked at my phone

And saw one more text

And then another

How many were next!?

I started to cringe

And then I got mad

Why are text messages

So freaking bad??

I hoped it was finished

I hope it was over.

Is this texting?

Or is this torture?

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