To speak, or to hang up -- that is the question;
Whether ‘tis safer to speak and unveil
The voice behind that incessant sound
Or to let it wait unanswered, ignored
Never to know the motives behind emphatic rings.
To answer, to talk -- ‘tis risky -- for this foreign appeal
May be that of a fraud,
Some corrupted swindler
Masquerading as an African prince --
I do not wish to purchase any gold.
But to ignore -- should it be one whom I know?
What a predicament; by ignoring I may reject
An ally in a moment of urgency;
Maybe I should answer it,
And ensure ‘tis not the case.
But the loathsome mob of assailants;
The striving pranksters, the thirsty politicians,
The demands of vexatious surveys,
The words of brainless machines,
And the zealous telemarketers,
Who demand my treasure for merchandise
Whilst knowing it’s a scam.
Who would speak to such scoundrels,
Who chatter and yack, for absence of noble pastimes?
But what woes may befall those threatened colleagues;
As I complain about a few lost seconds
What tragedies, what calamities, what horrors may occur,
The moon may be hatching for all I know.
Thus the risk of deception makes ignorers of us all,
And thus the undeveloped emergencies
Are no match for a moment’s peace,
With that I await the ringing’s cease;
Oblivious as the Sun turns to ice.