Thank God for my iPhone
Allowing me the extreme pleasure
My greatest treasure
Blocking the call
Of another roving rogue
Thinking he knows me
Pretending to see
Call it passive aggressive
I don't give a damn
In my mind
It's loud & clear
Blind eyes
Are not allowed to peer
Finger flaming
Hitting the block
To another
Useless strutting cock
A rooster without a hen
By God
I feel lovely again
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