BLOODY SMART CELL PHONES
Original Lyrics by: ©Peter R Burton
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‘Thomas Edison, you’ve got lots to answer for. Inventing phones, so we’re always on call. You should see what’s come of it: Bloody smart cell phones which are leading to our downfall. I’ve got one, it’s not my friend. It’s my interloping bitter enemy, unforgivably breaking the peace. Mine’s a persistent little shit. Rather than prod it with my finger, I feel like punching it.’