Ugh---Answering Machines

The inhuman toadie, that does not have your voice? You want me to call you, I have made a choice. To listen to Mr. Techno Man, for me is a total crucifixion. Hearing the same inhuman male across the USA, shows our disrespect for others as pieces of pulp fiction. Even dogs have different barks, and I do prefer them or the true silence of a natural park. So, the phone is a dead issue for me. It's the Covid of the year, for this member of society. Texts, too~are a deep sword in my soul. They seem to rejoice, in telling me where to go! Technology replaced humans so long ago. They can even create poetry or didn't you know? We don't have to fret and weep over elephants dying. The human race is already killing itself off, and I am one who, in virtual reality, is most assuredly dying! I need not fear dying, I am already there. That obnoxious answering machine is an avoidance lair. That empty, lonely feeling of being insignificant and worse, unloved. Please put your own voice on a real answering machine. Pressing buttons is a nightmare and for telephons companies, a huge money making scheme!               10-26-2029 Poem# 1