Press1 Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Press1



Press 1
Press 1 for English is the song we get today.
Every phone calls we make.
It's not a human we speak to.
But just a machine.
They give you more numbers to press
But you always hear press 1 for English.
I often wonder if America moved and we all lost our English talk
If your from the south a howdy, would be nice..
Press 1 for English press 2 to find your number, press 3 if you know your number.
Press 4 if the number is not listed. And you go on to o which then they have a human on the line.
Then they tell you they can't help you press 1.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: america
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