March 09, 2012
The poetry sometimes takes strange directions... at least that is what some of the other poets on one of my sites say... I hope that they mean... unique!
PHONE
RAGE
How
hard can it be to just sit at a desk,
at
a phone and when it rings...
answer
some simple f***ing questions?
Why
do I have to spend an hour
trying
to reason with a computer...?
First,
unplug the (something
or other)
and
reset the (something
or other)...
“What...?”
First,
unplug the (something
or other)
and
reset the (something
or other)...
I’ve
developed a bad case
of
phone rage...
“Representative...
PLEASE...”
I know
it can be frustrating
but if
you’ll be patient,
I’m
sure we can fix the problem...
Great!
Now I’ve hurt the computer’s feelings...
“Okay,
what do you want me to unplug...?”
I’m
sorry, I don’t understand.
Please
say, “instructions...”
“Instructions...!”
Thank
you.
First,
unplug the (something
or other)
and
reset the (something
or other)...
“AAAAHHH!”
I’m
sorry, I don’t understand...
“WELL
YOU JUST CONNECT ME
TO
A F***ING HUMAN BEING?!”
A
long, graveyard silence...
I will
connect you to one of our
technical
representatives. Please hold,
and
thank you for choosing
Cox
Communications...
the—rrw 03-07-12
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