Occasional poem

Your advances have been frequent,
and yet thus far non,
non have had the ability to compete,
compete with the novelty of your most recent shift.
The changes to this part of you,
a very important part of you,
make even your most basic functions,
functions that I have finally learned the limits of,
almost unrecognizable.
Now, because of your idea,
your decision to screw with my mental capacity,
my most basic learning,
I must completely relearn one of my most favorite hobbies.
iOS 7, you are the most recent in the line of Apple inventions,
why did you have to come now?