The Argument Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Tiff

The games we play, I was busy when you called
had no time to speak to you.
So, when I rang you back you said, you were busy
and had no time to talk


Then you will sit by the phone, waiting for me to ring,
but hurt by your voice I will not ring before next day.
We will both have a bad night angry and lonely,
so when I ring, you will say something sarcastic
and I will slam the phone down.


Sleepless and tired days, something has to give
I pick up the phone tell you I love you,
you say ditto, the sun shines again, ah, this games
we play, we call it love