What I'm supposed to do?
Write on my phone until my thumbs fall off?
Could I dictate to you?
I want to throw this fucking thing away,
Never mind child miners,
Forget the odourless heap of tech trash,
That seeps poison onto the earth at birth,
So what if its cost could feed a family,
In some places for years,
We should focus on raising them up where,
They've got money for beer,
Not roll your eyes,
When I complain out loud,
You try enjoying your time here on earth,
Denied what you know's always left you wowed.
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