Women, somehow, never run out of complaints and they, no matter what, never really seem to get tired of pouring out their hearts onto their phones. Someone yelling, someone fighting, someone not caring or someone doing nothing at all, whatever it is, your phone's never gonna miss it.

 What’s with the phone..?

 
 

trrring tring, trrring tring

and a hand rushes to grab it

forgetting everything else in a jiff,

spring spring, they all spring

owner of the hand getting excited

while the others getting a whiff,

of the huge blast lying ahead in their way

the one talking as hunter, you being the prey.

they just clung onto the phone

it’s a women-to-women communion

with absolutely nothing to spare,

rulers of the house, they seek to dethrone

and sickened with the work all around

try hard to make it all fair,

thus the fault-finding goes on and on

you eventually accept that you’re all gone.

eyes glaring and harsh words snapped

you (sulkily) long for the chat to end

but then this is where we need to see,

the duties within which they are entrapped

leaving them with no personal space

are well needed to be sliced, you agree?

so leave behind those grudges and bitterness

because all they need is your love and caress.

and once these women get what they really want

trust me, your phone’s gonna love its jaunt.