I'm in a hurry and I'm late,
Bur I need some info real fast.
Silly me for thinking that fate
Would give me quick service at last.
I call customer service, and
Get the computer voice that drags
Me through options that are at hand.
Upon punching all jigs and jags,
I get a human on the line.
'Can you please hold? ' is what I get.
'No I can't, ' are words of mine.
Maybe fate will smile on me yet.
By customer service I'm told
'Then please call back when you can hold.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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