his voice is the one tone I dreaded to hear
unavoidable fact turned ice in my ear
loud ringing decibels confirming my fear
flippant ‘can’t take your call’ a stinging smug cheer
seven bus stops away but discomfort is near.
detecting- believing- the influence of beer
repugnant reasons for his knowing jeer
detesting his fumbling, his sleazy base leer.
with hindsight employed I think nothing is clear;
still holding the line i'm still holding her dear
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