standing all alone
answering the phone
customer he did moan
shaking to the bone
feeling rather irritated
I've never felt so hated
subconscious badly slated
my confidence was grated
yes i'm a cold caller
sneaking like a crawler
i'd never be a brawler
now out at sea on trawler
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