Personnel Problems – a (horrible) poem

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When you’re at home alone

for the first time in years

And you get a drunk dialer/wrong number

David WHO??!!??

at midnight

ohshit who’s sick, who’s hurt the phone NEVER rings this late with good news

A panic attack will come.

That’s the downside

of living 1500 miles

from your closest “bodyguard gentleman friend”

who would gladly sleep on your sofa

so you’ll feel safe again.

EmPossibility