If I were an answering machine

If I were an answering machine

I’d cause you no end of trouble.

I’d pick up on the second ring

Or play back a message at double.

If I were an answering machine

I’d be quite the artful sneak

By cutting off loved ones just when,

About things important, they plan to speak.

If I were an answering machine

You’d plot for the eventual end of my warranty.

The moment time ran out for me

You’d replace me with a Version Three.

The End

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