Handheld

Im using a PSP right now so I might as well write a poem about it while I sit bored.

I sit trying to keep a signal
While my brother hangs over my shoulder
And as I sit here writing this poem, I wonder:
Why didn't I wait to get home to do this?

Author's Note

It may be short, but I wrote it on a PSP, which is pretty impressive (I think so at least...)