The Call (1989)

I’m calling you, my darling dear.
It’s that painful ringing in your ear.

You know it’s me from the hollow tone.
That sickening perpetual groan.

You ignore it with a gilded zest.
Thinking me the loathsome pest.

Right you are, then maybe not.
You’re the one who’s not so hot.

The calling ceases for today.
I can’t imagine a thing to say.