Blasted Phone Calls!A Poem by Bob BThe telephone is constantly ringing; I’m on the verge of insanity. It’s all I can do when answering calls Not to break out in profanity.
It doesn’t help to block a number, For callers will use another. How many do they have access to? Twenty? Forty? Brother!
The scammers are the worst, of course-- Each a conniving crook! But telephone solicitors? Also bad in my book!
If they would only take NO for an answer, It wouldn’t be so bad. But when they importune me for money, That’s when I get mad.
Sometimes solicitors overstep The bounds of familiarity; If they do, I’ll flatly refuse To donate to their charity.
I hate to be rude, but it’s hard not to Say something mean. As I said, I'm at the point Of saying something obscene!
It MUST be self-defeating for them, For I know I'm not alone When I say they’re forcing me To never answer my phone.
The “Do Not Call List”? What a joke! Robocalls? A pain. All of us in phone-call hell Have the right to complain.
This phone-call madness will have its place In the annals of demonology, For we know one thing: it is one Of the curses of modern technology.
-by Bob B (9-13-18) © 2018 Bob B |
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