I’m at work and the telephone starts to ring. Number withheld so I answer the thing.
Hello how may I help, I said. A brief pause then the insult he said.
I didn’t hear well so I ask him to repeat. The insult again, my heart increases it’s beat.
I think how should I respond to this little boy. What’s your game you little runt, this is your joy?
The little idiot has wound me up. Goodbye little boy, I hang up!
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