Babbling Brooke

She calls.  She won't stop yammering.
Jesus!  How can anyone talk so much,
And not about anything, painting her
Kitchen, visiting people who I don't
Know, buying things, breaking things,
Taking her cat to the vet?  I'm feeling
My life pass before me.  Even if I had
Something of importance to tell her,
I wouldn't.  I don't want to give her
A reason to stay on the phone any
Longer.  Go!  Let me be.  You've
Worn out my ears and my mind and my
Patience.  Is there no one else you
Can call?

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-12-05 at 20:09

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem reminded me of a comedy sketch I once saw, where, in the same circumstances you describe, the listener places the handset next to a recorder which periodically emits words, like, "yes".... 'OH" ...."Um-hum". You could try it? ;)

arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Apparently not. Been there hopefully not ever again.
It may be a case of shouldered shield to which I unsling the shield as if for battle and "she" gets the cue and permits youto get on with the fray.