My BluetoothA Poem by TTBoy28
My bluetooth is uncouth I can't get a word in edgewise It goes in and out often makes me shout So that they can't hear my lies
My bluetooth is uncouth It's like a rider looking for a date It's not discrete as it could mean defeat You might hear me gyrate
My bluetooth is uncouth It never fits just right I grip and I mold still it starts to unfold Buy a new one I just might
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