"Ode to an iPod" by Kura
Kura is a new friend to the FSJ blog. She's also new to blogging.
Check out her blog here. This is her poem, which she says we can
publish.
ipod! ipod! An Ode to my ipod
ipod! ipod! sleek and white
In the city streets at night
What GenXer's hand or eye
Could frame thy perfect symmetry?
In what distant memory lies
Music collections burnt down to size
On Napster dare we aspire?
What the hand dare seize the buyer?
Now headphones white we never part
We twist the click-wheel of thy heart
And when the songs begin to beat
We shake our hands and move our feet
What the manner? By this name
Chose the white box for your frame?
But what's the reason - I cannot grasp
I cannot make the battery last
When the artists threw down their fears
And littered itunes with their wares
Did Steve Jobs smile to see
Did he who made the Mac make thee?
ipod! ipod! sleek and white
In the city streets at night
What GenXer's hand or eye
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