Don't Feel Flattered

You're still in my Contacts List.
Not because I will ever call you again.
I won't.
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire.

I don't want to take your next whining, wheedling, needy phone call. I want to know it's you before you have a chance to remember what a colossal jerk you've been to me before your thoughtless call.

Because I'm not going to answer.
It's just going to go to voice mail.
And that's just a button-push away from deletedom.

You'll be floating in the ether...a disembodied voice.
An annoyance without a brain (like you've always been).
And then you'll be gone.
Buh-bye.