Poetry

Customer Service

Control of this situation

is not in my hands sir.

I believe you need to take

a left up that corridor

and get fucked.

.

Ah, you have a problem?

You can’t log into your account?

Well I never sir, just bear with me,

I need a large box of tissues –

your tale is weep-worthy.

.

You can call me all the names

under the sun sir,

and any you find under that rock

you crawled from too.

.

Yes sir, I do love my job –

As much as you enjoy

a kick in the balls

and account closure.

 

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