Inventions come and inventions go, but never once did they
see
The loyalty with which I worked my way
To keep you happy along with freebies!
And yet you left me to rot away
Where similar ones whose fate
Matched mine unfairly to all our, terrible dismay!
Did you think we could get along, with all our innovative
selves
You think I could blend with a Samsung 4
When I am THE IPhone (234), a leader who dwells!
How could you think of letting go
Of this divine gift from God
I am King Kong , who dare challenge me- Not even a friend or
a foe!
And yet you traitor you think this form of adultery
Was fun as the market catered to
A more enhanced, a snappier
and sleeker version of me!
One fine day I shall get back for letting me to die
Here I am left unnoticed
I reckon, with a wistful tear in my eye!
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