Steve Jobs didn’t borrow,
He stole.
In fact, let’s not quibble,
He wouldn’t just nibble—
That just wasn’t Steve.
If he wanted to thieve
An idea with legs, he’d swallow
It whole,
Legs and all. Oh,
It’s often said,
You should never speak ill of the dead,
But nobody seems to have any obs
When people speak ill of Steve Jobs.
Nobody needs
To speak ill of the Swedes—
And they only speak ill of the Danes,
Who they think of as yobs
Yes, Swedes can be snobs,
But they can’t be called whiners.
They’re brilliant designers—
A Swede never complains
(pace the Danes)
Except if some swine
Steals a design
And in this case the swine was Steve Jobs.
In 2005,
(When Steve Jobs was still alive)
He badly needed a hit,
So he hired Motorola
To turn out the lolla-
palooza of phones,
But the Rokr E1 “iTunes” phone was shit.
(When he sees it he groans—
But Jobs still has a Jones
For a phone as he sobs!
That’s Steve Jobs!)
Ericsson and Sony,
Sweden/Japan,
Had been working together for only
Four years when in 2005
They produced the revolutionary and elegant P900
(This was the year, you’ll remember, Jobs blundered,
When the miserable “iTunes” phone failed to thrive),
And the P900 was no flash in the pan.
Jobs hacked Ericsson’s emails
And poached Sony’s technical elite,
He stole their ideas and began
To develop a plan.
His intentions were clear;
The very next year
He presented a clone
Of the Ericsson phone
And called it his own.
Jobs said, “This is my phone—
I call it the iPhone.”
Friends said, “Lief, you must sue! It-
’s not fair! ”
No, Lief, don’t you dare!
Don’t grapple
With Apple!
If you do, you will rue it!
He has lawyers in mobs:
That’s Steve Jobs!
* * *
Steve Jobs is dead and gone,
His knell has been rung,
But his lawyers live on—
Apple’s now suing Samsung
For stealing the look
Of the iPhone Jobs took
From the Swede…
Traveller, take heed!
When you come
To Stockholm
Leave your iPhone at home!
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