Ode to my iPhone X

I cannot keep it on my desk I cannot keep it on my bed I cannot keep it on your bed I cannot keep it anywhere.

I put it down on a flat space and soon enough it falls away The noise of impact never fails to jolt me out of phone-less bliss.

It's like the damn phone creeped and crawled it's like it grew legs and just walked it should be named for Lazarus it's got no brains but sure's got moves.

What were they thinking when they chose to make the iPhone out of glass what kind of grip did they not grasp X is no high, we've reached new lows.

Please do not innovate for naught Don't make me hate what I just bought I miss the earphone jack as well I miss the phones that could stand still.

Oh Steve Oh Steve I miss you so Why did you train no successor who understood that sometimes more is simply that -no need to go.

So now that phones don't boast of jack they don't stay still; they've no button what's next in this evolution no phone at all? I want Steve back.