A Cold Calling
The cold calls were upsetting at first,
after a while, I almost wished for the
heavy breathing silence.
It was satisfying to think of someone
on the other end sighing disgustedly
at my own mechanical voice message.
Later I imagined that person, working
a second or third job,
desperate and tired fingers thumbing through
lists of possibles, only to come to rest on
my number, and my scorning disregard.
Of course it’s all probably computer generated
and automated. No actual humanity involved,
except for the scam artists. They have
definitely got the human touch.
Maybe I can get a tele-marketing job?
Most poets have the necessary skills to be
disruptive, intrusive, and convincing,
and I can always wave my conscience
goodbye as I hunt you all down.
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