The Phone Call (The Raven)
Once at midnight when I was depressed and heartbroken,
I was listening to Taylor Swift’s whole album and I almost fell asleep
when suddenly my phone rang .
“It’s unknown,” I said, “it’s probably them dudes--
them dudes that be selling their mixtape.”
I remember seeing them Christmas lights up and it was hella cold;
so my dog was in front of the heater I got from Walmart.
I wanted it to be Friday hella bad; -- Cuz on Friday I’m gonna turn up
I wasn’t tryna be all in my feelings -- my feelings for Zayn Malik--
Because that angel like face, and the perfect way them high notes be, Zayn Malik--
will always be the best one, evermore.
So the ringtone of my phone kept ringing
and this annoyed me-- made me want to throw my phone away;
So I wanted to end it, to stop the annoying ring, but I kept thinking,
“It’s them dudes that wanna sell me their wack mixtape--
some wanna-be Drake rappers that wanna spit their mixtape--
While I was thinking I got more irritated, so I answered the phone,
“Drake,” I said, “or Jay- Z, I know your house full of sausage;
But I was listening to my homegirl T-Swifty, and then you called,
and the ringing was so annoying on my phone;
I wasn’t going to answer you”-- But I pressed accept;--
silence and then beeping thats all.
While the beeping was continuing, I stood there with my WTF face, thoughtful,
I came upon a thought, a thought that every 16 year old has had during their showers;
and the beeping on the phone was still going, and the silence gave me time to think,
I redialed, and it picked up with an echo of silence, “Zayn?”
This I whispered, and the silence on the other end muttered back, “Zayn!” --