I hope the twittering
of my phone would just flip
My anger is not the
twit twit pring!
It’s the obnoxious deliberate disturbance
Of this friend, yet an enemy to the public
They hate him to air
his views to my alert
Even though we all have this accused companion as
friends
But why would mine be accused of this onomatopoeic
resonance?
That frightened rather than alerting them?
If eyes could kill, then I could have holes in my
pocket
For all their coal hot eyes went there
Sneering with blood thirsty eyes
To rip me off my companion and wife
I’ve always told you
phone and foe
To keep shut in public,
yet you never know
How I wish you were a man also
So that you eat this shame too
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