The Phone

The phone is my constant companion,
With it here I won't be alone,
There's one in my office,
My car and my home.
A mobile in my briefcase,
For the times I'm gone,
My handheld could be one too,
But I haven't turned it on.
Together they serve to fill my day,
With info and complaints,
Piles of useless information,
Congrats and legal complaints.
Laughter, tears and anger,
The odd bit of sympathy,
But the nastiest parts of all these things,
Have their origins in me.

Sometimes I cringe when the phone rings - not often is it a hand grenade, but it happens.