Death of a Telephone Salesman

Phone call after phone call 
Sometimes begging for a sale
The man simply could not stay away from drugs 
Gone now to the other side 
After enjoying many`` highs 
I continued to work there 
Made plenty of sales 
But eventually quit 
Once a couple of us tried to unionize the place
We didn't do it 
Death of a telephone salesman 
Happens all too soon 
In the field of telemarketing 
Often too soon
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Allison Avatar
March 12, 2014 at 9:34 PM
Must be such a soul destroying job. I try and be polite if I get a cold call but when they act like they are my 'new best friend' it makes me seethe. well written verse, Jan x
Pettit Avatar
February 8, 2014 at 12:03 PM
If they don't hang up on you, then they usually utter only two words, "not interested". You could sell them twenty dollar bills for nineteen dollars apiece, and they will still say "not interested". I can relate to this write.
Guzzi Avatar
February 2, 2014 at 3:56 PM
I can imagine I had to cold call in real estate it was awful! Light & Love
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