Customer Service Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Customer service

I am in the age, with travels
To know and feel the deal
In method called "Barter."

People gave the goods in exchange
Received goods or work of customer.

We went to public bath, fixed our hair
And waited the owners and barbers
To be paid by fruits, or crops at harvest.

Daddy gave everyone a part, share
As he did to mill for making flour.

Came along the money
In coins and paper
And with it came changes.

The changes were sort of jet plane
Or mass of the locusts in summer.

To the banks and lenders
The buying customers turned slaves.

It grew rapidly as does a hurricane,
Speedy it became tumour of cancer;
Borrowing and paying interest.

From banks with greedy bankers.

Honestly wish we had a Hitler
Since I heard
He was an enemy to leeches
That live on nothing but interest.

Now valets are filled with plastic
So, buyers are in debt as soon as
They tab or enter pin: "Accepted; "
But to save, reduce expenses
The payment is via ATM, not teller
And it takes time to be accounted…

With death of system of the barter
Forced are we, customers to trend
Of bowing to abuse; by bankers!