No one listens
They just talk
That’s why I like my black box
They only listen for something to use
To abuse you with
That’s why I like my black box
They only listen when you’re their prey
Until it’s time to walk away
That’s why I like my black box
They only listen when you whistle their toon
Be careful with what you say, before it becomes their harpoon
That’s why I like my black box
It always listens
It never walks away
It’s always here
Without judgment or fear
I can talk to it everyday
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Comments (2)
If only we could find a soul mate as present, devoted & trustworthy as that little black box.
This was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your poem!