My First Caloocan Phone (Poem)

My First Caloocan Phone

by Kristian Harvey Lumba

Riding the bus, so happy and excited that I

Would buy my first phone from Caloocan--but there why?

For in San Fernando my sins would force a "Goodbye."

Not knowing, them not showing, the Caloocan spy.

But by my money I swore I would hold in my hands...

(Little by little I saved some small change for my wants...)

That in my hands I'll hold a device powerful, grand

But my mind control was controlled by some expert hands

Gameboy cheats--Left, top, B. Then, I couldn't understand.

Cried I tears of blood for my money and for my time!

Money, little did I have; but had a lot of time.

Time I'd use to think of how to get back. How can I?

Drooling, insane... they'll be my slaves, underdogs. And die?

Dizzy, I'll stutter out curses.

I'll envy their heavy purses!

Dizzy, I'll totter towards them.

Don't belittle the time I'd spend!

Dizzy, I'll stay charming. "Hello!"

The hacked phone explodes with a blow!

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