a study toward sonnet #337 by FisherKingKQJ
You checked telecom didn't have a fault
On the line, you've inundated my voicemail
With whingeing pleas - it's a passive assault
From a spurious life, and to no avail.
You're infatuated with me, your legs quail,
But you don't have the balls to outright stalk;
I've been with bitchy girls, so I won't wail
Your unwelcome attention, let alone balk.
I switched the answering machine to talk
To you, handset to handset: girls who cry
Then move on trump girls who postures hawk,
Please don't quit your friends for a love awry.
Perhaps now and then we could be in touch,
I want to be loved - but not as a crutch.
Perhaps now and then we could be in touch.
Perhaps now and then we could be in contact.
Perhaps now and then we could be in graze.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]