Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Cell to Cell

I want info, 411, but,
I hit 911 by mistake.
Thinking that I can just short cut,
I try again - gimme a break!
The damn cell phone locks up on me.
I throw the thing across the room.
911, unfortunately,
Still's on my line and does assume
That help's needed where the cell's from.
Soon, cops are coming through my door.
I watch them, feeling kind of dumb.
They ask what I am nervous for.

This day is getting awful drab.
The cops discover my meth lab.