i have had this ipod for a while
and with that statement i bring no smile
because it took all of me-that's right, ALL
to not smash the thing aside the wall
it worked fine for a minute there
it was cool so it was fair
but came the day it stopped responding
the ear plugs in my ears stopped talking
i bought the gadgets it might need
i cared for it like it was a steed
but soon enough, i got sick
how many times could i stand saying 'frick'?
my fists started to want to punch
that stupid ipod, it was lunch!
i lifted my foot and was about to smash
but i didn't want to act too rash
so here i am, a broken soul of a girl
with a broken ipod that i want to kill.
My Stupid Ipod
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