She couldn’t go far.
Strapped to the thing.
Yapped to the ring.
Ran to the thing.
A leash let her roam but
She couldn’t leave home.
When they rang,
They knew where they’d find her.
Four things on the line
And it worked for a time
Day by day they’d unwind
Take turns in kind.
But then one of them finds
A long leash!
Well, hammer on the bells!
The girl goes and tells
The others on the line
They start to unwind
Taking more time
Unsharing line.
It got bad now…
Speakers want there own thing.
They want their own ring.
Throw away the cord.
Thing is now lord.
Each person horde
Their thing is them.
They’re not the gem.
No one knows when
But baby without phone equals nada.
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