Let’s talk of something that is rife.
In society today, it causes strife.
Nobody cares
and everyone wears
the white cords of an iLife.

It’s like you all have an excuse
to say, “I’m iBusy, please vamoose.
Cannot you iSee
attached to iMe
the iPod on my iCaboose?”

Yes, the iPod’s got its iFlaws,
like the iDeafness and iRudeness caused:
“This iThing in my ear
means I cannot iHear
and it would iKill me just to press pause!”

But my future is looking iCluey
and you’re wishing you never iKnew me;
because of this poem,
I’m scared to leave home
because Apple might just iSue me.