I'M Implored

I’m implored To value the customers To a service To the upmost of my own abilities Such a thought tickles The spine Of imaginary spiders crawling along ones back the spouting of insecure unities that help form the words oh I just thought unfit for a manager such a I I either know Or I am considered a fool Among a system of sheep Comprised of their own social norms An unfit system for man such as i I bet I tickled your fancy With the sharing's of my own thoughts On a matter such as this Aren’t u implored Mr customer, sir I stare him in the eyes A penny for your thoughts Would sincerely suffice Sir…. I smirk The man blinked rapidly Eyes filled with bewilderment The minds rampant state of confusion How would I respond to a man such he An egotistic barbarian In every sense I’m implored