And She Has Quit. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Pretty, pretty pebble.
What idea do you bring across my head today?
Thunk, clunk, chaching.
Bling, bling.
And the telephone rings.
This is your muse calling.
To tell you I can't come in today because I officially quit.
There nothing in it for me.
To encourage your insanity.
Or to endure your abusive obscenities.
Or cheer you up because you feel so down.
Or bring calm to your bitter angry chaotic storm that you call your mind.
Tell me now how does feel to get no notice, because you do it to me all the time?