Anyone for a game of SIM card?

Anyone for a game of SIM card?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Hi! Do you come here often? He asked.
Only when my SIM card lets me. She replied.
So who are you? He said
It’s all in my SIM card.
My SIM card is self, myself.
All of my soul is now
in my SIM card.
In fact, everything I am. She answered.
Do we have a future then? He asked
No! I don’t share my SIM card
with anyone ever.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 16, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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