Cellphone Monologue

Cellphone monologue I’ve been driving, you know the road is no highway, how taxing, skirting potholes, cajoling the new jalopy will be there for a candle lit supper, come what may. Out of the glare, jacarandas form a fragrant canopy into the glow of passion driving down Love Boulevard Oh my, your texts been erecting toll gates between us! I need money to get through to you, road is barred. Do you honestly believe I deserve to be treated thus? Sometimes a man has to make do with his love ration. But the once-sweet ferments, then love loses a mate when the woman darts in and out for material fashion though she knows full well her lover is no Bill Gates. Hard to believe we used to be such a rhyming couple my said inadequacy has made me reel under the rubble.