Song From The Intercom Poem by Ryan Davis

Hear that song
Blasting out of that intercom system,
Which can be heard
Throughout the store?
I think it's about you,
Or it's a reminder of you.
And it's not one of those songs,
Destined to make you
All warm and fuzzy.
It's one of those songs
Destined to remind you
How fuckin' miserable
You are right now.
It's one of those songs
That will project almost
Every piece of misery
You could probably think of,
Or probably already know
All too well.
Pretty soon, my friend,
You'll be feeling
That you're being read
Like a book.
Every damn word sung
Is probably some kind of
Description of you.
And just by the look
On your face,
I can tell that it's
Really tearing you up,
But unfortunately,
There's not a damn thing,
You can do about it.
There is no DJ around
For you to request
A new song,
For as long as
You're in this store.
As a matter of fact
That person doesn't exist.
Oh yeah,
And one more thing,
You can't change the dial either.
And don't rely on your phone
To help drown out the sound either.
So as long as you're
Shopping in this store,
You have two choices.
You can either grin and bear it,
Or run for dear life,
As this song is too much to bear.
Take your pick.