Galaxy of Lies

They called it innovation, I call it flames,

Battery drops faster than their service claims.

Folded screens, bent like my trust,

Every update a glitch, every fix a bust.

GS exploded? FAA on line,

Told me “it’s safe,” while I lose my mind.

Memory’s full, storage fake,

Warranty fine print? A cruel mistake.

Every charge a gamble, every app a fight,

Supposed to be tech, instead sleepless night.

Customer service like a phantom in air,

“Have you tried turning it off?” — thanks for the prayer.

Galaxy of lies, pixels disguise,

They hide the faults behind OLED eyes.

Folded my patience, cracked my screen,

The worst tech I’ve ever seen.

Airline can’t fly my exploding phone,

“Check FAA regs,” but I’m all alone.

Fremont repair? Oh, what a joke,

Waiting for weeks while your screen goes up in smoke.

Every memory leak like a sieve in the sea,

All this “upgrade” for misery.

Updates that kill apps, notifications delayed,

Support tickets vanish, all promises betrayed.

All that hype, all that fame,

I paid full price — you play the game.

Warranty? Ha! They laugh in code,

Repair queue like a never-ending road.

Folded six ways? I fold my patience,

Phone blows hot, now it’s a flaming sensation.

Galaxy of lies, pixels disguise,

They hide the faults behind OLED eyes.

Folded my patience, cracked my screen,

The worst tech I’ve ever seen.

Sleek design, but it’s a trap,

Battery dies, support takes a nap.

Planes don’t fly it, Fremont can’t fix,

This tech’s a nuclear mix.

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