Drunk Dialing

Enough of sober dialing from house of the ill,
I’ll drunk-dial from Ka’bah to God’s busy line.
He’s been lately moving on to greater stations,
Spots one every day. That I heard.

I've drunk dialed before to my lover's mother,
Alas! That day her father picked up.
'Hello, who's this?', his tone made my ears bleed.'
'I am from a street booth, checking on and out your line.'

I'll be a little more discreet when dialing God's line;
Though it's busy more often than not,
I'll keep pressing the keys zero to nine,
Dawn to dusk, round the clock, from Jan to Dec.



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