A boy called me on the phone
and wanted to know if I was home.
I told him that I was busy that day
and had to throw the horses some hay.
"So, how are you?" he stuttered.
"Just fine, but I must clean my room.
It's very cluttered."
After that I got off the phone,
and if the truth must be told,
I felt as though my senses had turned to mold.