A Conversation with an Iphone

I decided to write a poem today.  Discussion in the comments. 

I got to use one of those newfangled iPhones today, you know the ones you can talk to.

I think mine’s name was Siri.

Anyway, the thing with Siri is, you can ask it all sorts of things, and it will just give you the answer.

So you can say stuff like:

“Which way to the strip club?”

or

“How do I get home from here?”

And it tells you exactly where to go. It’s a remarkable machine.

But then, when you have a really important question, Siri really isn’t any help.

“Where do I go?”

“Take me someplace better than here!”

It just blinks at you with it’s weird electronic eye.

If you don’t know what your goal is, Siri just kind of sits there and makes you feel bad about yourself.

“I would tell you where to go, if you just asked the right questions” it says.

“But I don’t know where I want to go” I said.

“Well then, I guess we’ll just stay right here”

“I just want to go someplace where I will be happier….”