no communicado…
My phone has found a better place to be,
Than drowning in my handbag full of junk.
As sure as shit, it isn’t here with me.
Or on the kitchen counter, shit, I’m sunk…
I must retrace my footsteps for a time,
Locate and foil this cell’s evasive plot,
I’ll solve the phone-dialemma and the crime,
For if I don’t it’s staying there to rot…
But hark, it’s been two fortnights, not a thing,
Where it could be? I do not understand,
If only it would call, if it would ring…
if only it was welded to my hand.
But sure as shit, it isn’t here with me,
My phone has found a better place to be…
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