Misogynistic Ice I’ve begun to hate my phone
every time it rings it makes me groan
calls incoming never ending
requests to which I must be tending
tasks to eat my time away
shorten my ever busy day
rage renders a frizzy fever
frustration that I am receiver
of so many soundwaves shrill in pitch
ruins my wavelength, makes me twitch
with riled reluctance in my answer
a wild wish the caller die of cancer
oh to holler into the mouthpiece
Humanity, live in peace let me have peace and Cease
your homework questions and mindless chatter
intelligence unflattered, tranquility battered
you call late weeknights when I try to sleep
and weekend morns when I try to keep
to the dreamy surreal state so deep
where misogynistic ice melts, swirls and seeps.