9 May 2012
My husband and I We had a fight So into the car In the dead of night Off I drove With nowhere to go Off I drove To I don't know
Then all of a sudden The car did stop The car had died No fuel topped off I reach for my phone To call for help But the battery had gone I was helpless Phone dead
I got out the car To find a phone box The pavements were bare Passers by didn't care I checked my phone For the nearest hotel Realised I was cut off From the digital world
How do I find somewhere Without GPS I went to the shops For an old fashioned map The shops here in London Were a tourist trap With key rings Of red busses And that sort of crap The only guide An underground map
As the sun began to set I realised my best bet Was to navigate home By following the sun I wanted to phone My husband or mum To let them know I was safe And on my way home
But without my phone I had to write So a postcard A stamp My message was sent I began my long walk From city to town I wish I'd not run Wish I'd stood my ground
Home I walked Taking several days Blistering feet Missing the old days
Before there were cars I wouldn't be stranded miles away totally abandoned Before GPS When we still used maps Back in the day Of the red phone box When it could be found Out on the street And people you passed Were happy to speak
But once home My feet soaked I charged my mobile And was happily idle Safely returned To my digital world
The argument forgotten And my husband feeling rotten Off on the train, he got my car Once again, I'm happy the same In my messed up world Where life revolves Around my mobile phone
Mobile Phone • Opuss № I