I wouldn’t know

I wouldn’t know

I wouldn’t hear

The phone is on silent

You can do that now

The only time I’ve heard a phone

In the middle of the night

It has been bad news

The call of death

There is nothing

Quite like it

For jolting the system

Voiding the bowels

Sleep flies so far away

It rarely comes back

In one piece

I’m living off scraps.

It would still happen,

The bad news

The truth is out there

I just wouldn’t hear about it

Until morning

Now that I think about it

In daylight

I realise I wouldn’t

Want to miss it.

The bad news

Needs to be heard

Action taken

Even as stomachs turn

Somersaults.

Extreme outcomes

Are life-changing.

What good is a delay

Who would it benefit

Not me

Not really

Perhaps I will take the phone

Off silent

Or maybe not

It is a moot point

Pardon the pun.

I am on the point of

Making a change

Lord knows

I need to think differently

About a lot of things.

They have stopped distilling

Bourbon in Kentucky

Young people

Drink less alcohol

Goodness me

Then I really need

To think about my future

Self

In sober terms

Change my settings

And shape up.