My Darling iPod

My darling iPod, oh how I love thee. 
The one I love revolutionises the way I listen to music in my modern times. 
The one I love, revolutionises how I interact with other people. 
Only now it alienates my judgement amongst others around me. 
They say I'm being anti-social even. 
But it's OK, I don't need them anyway. 
I don't think they realise I've got her in the palm of my hands. 
Protector from scratches that may come her way. 
So I've created a concealed bubble for you and I to control our own private space, where I don't have to face the next door neighbour in a passenger's seat. 

My darling iPod, oh how I enjoy pressing your buttons that turns you on like a hot kettle. 
Sprung up the steamy playlist, as you shuffle them up randomly and I just set it to repeat, repeat, repeat the minds of an R'n'B lover. 
Going bump te bump bump, white headphones like arms bringing me closer to your applications you have stored in your system. 
I believe you have plans on bringing me to your world. 
As I lose myself in time, I hear voices shouting my name that brings me down to earth all of a sudden. 
Noise pollution seems to rattle ones curiousity in wondering what's going on. They bring my attention away from the iPod I love, and that kinds of pisses me off, as we were getting "jiggy with it" in the bedroom. 
My darling iPod, how I get the jealousy factor when I'm not with you. 
Probably another unknown user could be arousing your time, pushing your buttons making you feel high.

My darling iPod, how I lone for your use of entertainment that fulfils the enjoyments we share. 

How I lone for your use of information when the clouds are gonna send rain upon us. 

I lone for the use of mobility because we stuck together like Bonnie & Clyde, on the ride to the stars. 

As the music elevates us into new heights above the rim. 

So why ask about me and Ms Sony Walkman, well that's nothing but my ex-player who was only limited on changing tapes than using random iTunes, like it was computer love. 

It left me bored and withered, so I had to move on to the next greatest trend out there. 

I had to find something I couldn't take my eyes off, but instead your seduction manages to seduce the money I had planned for my uni tuition. 

Something I could devote my time and place of solitude, away from prying eyes who may easily snatch you away for their own pleasurable needs. 

Fuck'em I say, why be with them when you've got me to look after you. 

Or is my time too needy for you to give you my all? 

So you see, all these years I've wasted being with you, been loyal to you and this is the thanks I get from an inanimate object. 

Oh fine then I'm leaving you, divorcing you even. 
I'm sure there are better things to explore than be listening to you.