Dear Poetry

Madness

Is it really too much to ask,

For you to call with my brother's number?

I really don't know who your seizures were worse for, you or me?

For you it's just annoying and physical,

For me I have to deal with unconscious phone conversations,

Mumbled, stuttered, and slurred speech,

I know everyone is bothered by our financial state,

But c'mon,

You pay for a place to rent 

But now somehow your phone won't accept calls,

What the fuck?!

Yet you wonder why I doubt everything you say.