(based on suggestions from @realnixwilliams, @kissability, @GretasTARDIS and @ernmalleyscat)
oh how iHate
to get up in the morning
wait for an update
stalls everything else.
That syncing feeling
renamed my pod ‘Titanic’.
Wanted just a reminder
familiar footstep in the hall
soft padding kings and queens
of the Great American Songbook
Fading lossless feet
no more true crooners.
Music isn’t exempt from
entropy; follows
thermodynamics if you’re
romantic or not.
Can you hear them
In the iTunes corridor?
iThought not. Have to
gather back catalogues
burn them carefully down from
iWish to iFound to iHave
name them myself Track 01
one by one delete every i.
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Today's poem is based on suggestions from four peeps:
- @ernmalleyscat: "the feeling you get when you recognise the sound of the footsteps of a loved one."
- @realnixwilliams: "entropy and the second law of thermodynamics"
- @kissability: "Crooners."
- @GretasTARDIS: "kings and queens"
It is also based on iTunes fury. All I wanted to do was find a Michael Feinstein song but NO I had to download an update that took forever and removed all the song titles from cds I had ripped myself, rather than downloading from iTunes store.
Rant over. Sorry.
1 comment:
Oh no! D:
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