Emergency Voicemail Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Still, he remains unmoved,
Frozen in place by the many shocks to his system
Help never arrives, he is always sent to emergency voicemail,
His hours left to dangle and twist amongst the weather that suddenly becomes fierce
Not really worried about what others think,
But he does like to address issues,
Although his pleas are rarely answered
When they are, he is too surprised to reaction properly,
Stunned by such a turn in narrative
That may explain why he is so frigid