You say a sign should hang from my ear,
you say torture with Chinese Whispers,
like the door on the toilet refusing to flush.
I’ll say whatever comes into my ear as shush.
I say there is no blockage, no glue or wax,
you’ll accuse me of negative feedback,
just nerves dead as disconnected wires.
I say thank God for books, my ear retires,
you say playing with a rotary phone
far from the playground’s monotone,
picking up the receiver to my good ear,
you say you’ll get me in the mere –
bad: dial tone/no dial tone, is wacko.
Oh-noes playing Marco Polo,
I say I’m testing how to differentiate
a unilateral ear unable to locate
between fitting in/not fitting in.
Oi! Are you deaf or something?