My pocket money is obliged to data packs they offer.
Petrol price hike, newspaper bill, and land phone bill aren't bothering me anymore.
My feelings are obliged to data packs they offer.
Video calls can define my career, make me feel connected and even can turn me on.
But that tickle like touch you once did offer,
Refreshing side hugs my friends used to give
And that cold wrinkled fingers of grandma on my wet cheeks,
Are in a rivalry with data packs they offer,
As they snatched me from all of them.
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