“He’s heating up!”
“He’s on fire!”
It was an offer
I thought I couldn’t refuse:
You can sit there and take it
Or leave it
Having nowhere to go
I took it like a child
But then, out of the blue
I took a call
Only to find a calling
To call it like I see it
And what I saw next
Happened in quick succession:
“There’s nothing to see here”
“There’s no call for that”
“Calling all cars, calling all cars”
Whereupon, I took my leave like a man:
You can’t quit on me;
I’m already on fire
