The Telephone, Invader of My Space
The Telephone,
Invader of my Space
3/14/2016
How many times daily does our Telephone ring?
Twenty or thirty I think I’d be safe in saying.
It’s always one needing an errand run or a thing,
Or some politician with a penchant for braying;
The 800 numbers are my calls of least choice,
Or toll free service her voice will announce.
My machine answers in her most pleasant voice,
While I wait with a ball bat ready to pounce;
Some start the conversation with a “Hey Tom what’s up”,
Like themselves and I we’re old friends out of touch.
While I have visions of their brain in a Styrofoam cup,
Then quickly realize some might think this too much.
My rule is, say something, and most times I’ll pick up,
Then consider yourself fortunate, if and when I do.
Some calls I appreciate if made just to checkup,
I just I don’t like phones it’s nothing personal with you.
Tom
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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