RINGGIT

ring, ring, rinG, riNG, rING, RING, RING
I call you seven times in ascending.
Why must you program me in such a way?
Push-hold a button and shut me up for the day.
I'm jealous of that person you're talking to
In real life. I could be a person, too.
But here I lie in the denim-fabricated darkness
Of your Levi's. I'm such a mess.
Hello, hi, little boy. How are you today?
Good boy eat ice cream bye bye.
My ding dong sound very wrong
Go to doctor, line awfully long
Find nurse, please lift my curse
Now I live in her purse.

The writer is a mountain spirit dwelling in our hearts.