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About This Poem
Billing Department
I want to reach
through the phone
And choke you
Though I know
I cannot
You talk to me
Like I'm old
And senile
Because of my age
You say I must
Not remember
I must be mistaken
I must of sent
something back
And for got
Because I'm being
charged for something
I say I do not have
It's like talking
to the wall
when I'm talking
To someone like you
You people think
You are God
But I know you are not!
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