Call waiting?
Not now,
Three-way?
And how,
Leave a message?
I may read it,
Block me?
Well I don't need it,
On hold?
For freakin' ever,
Call forwarding?
I may never,
Caller ID?
Just who this be?
LED readout?
Yeah, I see,

My brain is like a network,
Of entangled spaghetti vermicelli,
Taking & sending endless calls,
Like those scammers in New Delhi,

Is there a reason for this rhyme?
Seems I may not have a clue,
Cause every time I call myself to inquire,
The damn busy signal just won't let me through!