I brush my hair and wash my shiny teeth,
I am upset that it will not allow
The closing of all sorrow and all grief.
For what's the point of material things
I need something that's got a bit of soul
There's elegance in pretty diamond rings
But nothing's quite like nature as a whole.
An iPhone can't draw back the veil of death,
Or make a barren mother be with child,
Yet everyday they film a child's first breath
And happy party people running wild.
I'm writing this upon my iPhone too,
And posting it upon the net for you.