I own a smartphone

I own a smartphone.
It’s quite a neat piece of technology.
Can do many things.
Most of them are pretty useless but still...

I own a phone.
People never call me.
That’s because my phone doesn’t receive phone calls.
It doesn’t because I don’t want to get disturbed.

So I own a phone.
A phone that's everything but a phone.

It’s time for me to accept this simple fact: I hate my phone.
This damn piece of glass and metal is nothing but a time waster.

I own a phone.
But one day I’ll no longer own a phone.
That day is not today.

But that day will arrive.
And I’ll be happy.
Without a phone.