The talking and talking, All she does is go on and on, The same methodical voice, It’s almost as if it’s a dull song… Oh why does she have to pick now of all times, To use that damn contraption when I need the phone-line, Can’t she see the chaos she’s caused At least she can be conscious of the time… I just want to check my e-mail, Or chat with a few friends… Come on, it won’t kill you, If you don’t talk with them for a weekend… I want to use the phone line, Can’t anyone hear me scream? And then my sister walks in, Great.. this is all just another bad dream...
Reason for writing:
Out of frustration I decided to write.
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