a phone, a phone, an evil thing
that eats our ear when it does ring
or drives us hiding to avoid
someone who may well be annoyed
we try to hide from daily life
we seek a refuge from our strife
but take with us this devious link
which drags us back right to the brink.
Eventually, you learn that dancing in rain is best done when your internal soundtrack (diegetic or otherwise) matches the pitter-patter of the extra-heavy raindrops — and if you have a companion beneath the inversed seas, may their clock sync to yours so the frogs provide a palpable backing band (but be aware they may demand royalties if this becomes a trend).
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