Every day I get some calls, The telephone yet lives; Since texting is the norm these days It makes me think, “What gives.” Nonetheless I answer them, Though sorry soon I’ll be; For what they bring and have to share, They shouldn’t share with me. I don’t care about their work, The weather or their friends; The traffic that they’re stuck within - Just when the call will end. Their children’s lives or where they are, Or what they plan to do; How smart they are when they compare Themselves to me or you. The burdens that they must endure While living everyday - As if their life is so unique While on their feet of clay. Perhaps unkindly it may seem To feel the way I do; But should you feel the need to call Please call somebody new.