Phone Call
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Things are never going to be the same.
Hesitant to speak, I nod in understanding,
considering him with my full attention.
His calloused hands have been subjected to heavy strain,
Australian actor Mel
Phoned his wife to give her hell.
Unknown to Gibson she recorded his rant
And we all got to hear his unholy chant.
Why?
Why now, after all this time?
Why did you call me tonight?
To dig that knife into my back just a little bit deeper?
To lead me down that dead-end road again?
I know you. I know how you work.
