No Answer
Stop a day here
where no one answers the phone
to call is too easy
there is no insert for me
to make it to there
where the use of the word call
is about the right of all
to see that no one is about
to eat you.
To eat you
to eat you
do not call me about it
I don’t want to hear about toothsome
morsels in the delicate
surrounds of the infirmary.
I know what they do
I know what they do
They offer salve for the misery of people
who know not when to ask for their
own time alone.
Who do not ask for the time to be told
when they did not know how to feel
about the right of man
for he is not here
where they want him to be
saving them alone for the good
of the nation house called the right one for me.
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TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 