The black band tightens on my life
To the strains of the Zombies' "What More Can I Do"
What more can I do?
As loneliness crashes in on me
Like waves assaulting the shore
Phone and computer conspire
No messages from no one
You? Have mail?
Don't make me laugh
You? Have female?
Don't make me cry
Je'accuse friends of not calling
even when they don't
after they say they will
After all
It's just me
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