May I Help You
May I help You
The man on the phone took too long.
Really it was the machine’s fault.
I was angry, not at the man,
really, not at the machine.
I was angry at the computer.
Not the computer machine that tried to answer my plea,
Although it did take at least an hour, to power my drive…
From there, I was on… all burners to the moon.
If I could I would drag the box outside, not quietly.
I would throw it with all my worth across the yard.
Considering shooting it in the city limits, may not be…
the best course of action at this point.
So.
I ran it over.
I am no longer unhappy with the machine,
that could not help me on the phone.
I have taken away the reason for my actions.
I am sorry to the man I was upset with,
as he was so far away, and I hated…
every second of the call.
I needed a hero, or a sympathetic tech…
I will never buy another one. (angry strong voice)
Until tomorrow. (soft weepy say voice)
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