Substandard Tires

Substandard Tires The customer rants and raves at me saying it’s all my fault And my colleague’s and my employer that he’s got no family He threatens all of us with court and is off to see the judge You’ll be in the dock all together he warns for murder Treating me like I’m the CEO and God of ACME Tires I just answer the phone and reply to emails I never made the substandard tires on his car That failed and killed his daughter wife and sister He rants and raves and it lasts an hour All recorded he states finally stopping If I was employed by the Illuminati Making cups of tea would he sue me? For not making his tea sweet enough Now I nod and say what an arsehole I’m so glad he can hear me His tires will soon fail…