Call Centre Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Call Centre



Call centre

Working in call centre
-seems being a john for
-some secret brothel.

Both chase the clients
-enflame desires.

Talk sweet of the joy
-in the arms of lover.

Then, money that is made
-is to be divided
-in unjust, cruel ways…

Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: jobs
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