Phones Don't Swim

I dropped my phone into my drink 
Tried to teach it how to swim. 
A mistake, I was forced to admit 
As I watched my phone slowly sink. 

Now its weight in my pocket is missing 
And there's no one else to blame 
For my phone's new place 
In the rice-filled bowl of shame. 

Random alarms keep waking me up 
But its screen stays dark, despite how I pray. 
I only need an hour to let it sync 
Oh Tech Gods please stop making me pay! 

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I wrote this as a candidate for my creative writing portfolio, but ultimately decided that while it was one of my favorites subject-wise, it was the weakest demonstration of my writing skills.
Whilst this does mean that I can post it earlier, it also means I haven't really given it the attention it deserves in terms of editing. I might come back to it one day, or I might leave it to be enjoyed as is.

On other note, since writing this poem I have bought a new phone, cooked and eaten the rice and managed to get my phone to work long enough for it to sync! :D