Typical I thought
The way he sounded on the phone
His monotonous drone
Calm as I can be
Pleased with my words
Although they contradicted
The tangled mess that was inwards
Suprsied at the way
he didnt seem to care
I wonder if I gave off
That wonderfull distant air?
I shall never know
Still waiting for the cheque
And if it ever bounces
I'll stangle his flabby neck!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem