Friday, 11 April 2008
Dorothy Parker style love poem
Hurry, hurry, I have no time for you
Tell me your concerns, my love
But do it fast, get through.
The time is quickly passing
And I’ve better things to do.
Just list the facts and nothing more
Your pain, your hopes, your fear.
Your overwhelming feelings too
But make it quick, my dear.
I called you now, should be enough
Never mind the stress
Just spit it out, then let me go
No touching, no caress
You’ll cry alone? Not my concern.
I’ve called – that’s what’s the key
Now just hang up, this call is done
The rest is up to me.