On Hold
All of our customer representatives are busy.
That is all those recorded messages say to me.
They put me on hold, and I have to wait.
I hear instrumental music I can easily hate.
"Moonlight Sonata" by an electrical band.
Having to hear that stuff I cannot stand.
Fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, maybe more.
Somebody answer my call, I implore.
Forget it, I cannot take anymore!
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2021
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