THE MORE THINGS CHANGE

The phone was ringing for fucking
Evvvvvvvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
You finally picked up but before
I could get in a word you threw
Me on hold.
The music was good for a minute
While I waited to hear your purr.
But the more it played the less
My mind stayed and so soon I was gone,
Bouncing back to limbo.
I'm still here with the warm phone
To my ear, just waiting and wishing
That I can one day either get you
Back on the other end of the line
Or get hung up on so I can go
About my busyness without you.