One question a day, that's how you kept it. (except weekends)
Then out of nowhere you decided to bitch and complain.
i'm not a hotline. "I've been trying to box it all in" she'll tell me.
I never believe her, due to that being her common tale.
Saturday rolls around and she unhinges that "box".
All I wanted was my usual peaceful Saturday morning.
So I unhinged my axe and chopped. I chopped and chopped.
The chopping didn't end for hours. I chopped till her complaints were
thin slices, lying there. Now I keep her in the back yard.
Every morning I pour my coffee, get the paper, sit on my bench in my
backyard, light my cigarette and watch her. I watch her absorb the sun
and become one with the earth. I still haven't cleaned my axe.