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![]() Ode to a Telephone SolicitorYou call me during shower time You interrupt me when I am napping You annoy me daily at suppertime I’m furious when I am crapping I will treat you one fine day To a dozen three foot swords If that doesn’t work, I’ll go berserk Directly aiming at your vocal chords You are a nuisance, a pain in the ass You place my nerves on unbearable fire What will it take, a ”Please give me a break” Or strangle your neck with the telephone wire But that won’t do, if I put an end to you They will only replace you with another I have nothing to do, so I’ll listen to you After all you are my younger brother Send this Whackocard to your friends! |