[To iPhone man & affiliates]
I do not belong to you.
You can search me with your eyes,
Take me in with a gaze that tries
To pry below the surface
With a thinly veiled disguise.
You can consume me like some greasy bag of fries
you bought on the street corner because you were
too cheap and lazy to pay for a real meal.
Click, save, add me to your image gallery of lies.
Oh, didn’t they tell you, it’s not nice to steal?
Didn’t they tell you? I’m the real deal.
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