CREATIVITY AND THE BROWN TELEPHONE

CREATIVITY AND THE BROWN TELEPHONE

I have a brown telephone
That sits forlornly,

I have no one to call
And my brown telephone
Knows I have no one to call.

And so it sits and pouts
And refuses to let anyone call me.
No lovers
No friends
Dare to knock on the door
Of my unfriendly brown telephone.

My brown telephone
Has heard of creativity
And has risen against me
Like an outraged slave.

My brown telephone
Has heard of creativity
And will not heed when I tell it to behave.

My brown telephone will sit and hold its breath
‘Til it turns black and blue
Or until I find a friend so true
To share my silly stories
Of creativity and brown telephones.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 1983
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