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Poem for all Western Civilization
By
Steven Hoadley
I sit listening to muzak playing in my ear
from a phone propped on my shoulder
waiting for a live voice
to help me solve my problem.
For the privilege of listening to a 2nd-rate orchestra
play a 1st-rate Beatles song,
I had to . . . .
Enter my telephone number
listen to it repeated back to me by a robot
hit pound
punch in my zip code
listen to it repeated back to me by a robot
hit pound
say my name
listen to it repeated back to me by a robot
hit pound
wait in dead silence for an unknown period of time
hear three strange clicking sounds,
then warned by the robot
that my call may be monitored to insure
quality
customer
service.
Then the robot asked me for my password.
Password?
Hit star.
I sit listening to muzak playing in my ear
from a phone propped on my shoulder . . . .
Copyright © 2002 Steven Hoadley
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