Hell On Earth Poem by Professor Poetry Hound

Did you know that we experience little pieces of hell before we die?
I’m not talking about what soldiers experience during war.

I’m talking about those institutional telephone answering systems
that make you slog through a maze of menu options and don’t let

you speak with a human being. If your reason for calling doesn’t fit
one of their predetermined categories, you wind up floating in

telephone purgatory. The people who program these systems deserve
to have their butts kicked by Jesus. And while he’s at it, Jesus

should also kick the butts of all those software helpline operators.
These “technical support” jerk-offs deliberately speak a form of

techno-English that is unintelligible. They might as well be speaking
Aramaic. I think they need to take a good long hard look at their hearts.