Sixty-five marshmallows in one person’s cup
I decided to call a bluff to this customer, Hup
But Hup was not a regular person, she was a cat
I had tangled with them before, so that was that
I was not about to take on a cat, they are so mean
Especially female cats, for they are each one a queen
Go to the store and buy more marshmallows I said
I would rather be out a little more money instead
throats parched as the desert sand
eyes blistered by the heat
dunes rise higher, wind’s illusions
oases shimmer in minds’ delusions
camels perfume the air, left and right
50 degrees centigrade, even at night
welcome to the Kalahari or the Sahara
deep discounts available on gypsy mascara
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Press one for eternal sunshine, two to speak
with a representative currently buried under
three feet of seasonal despair. All other options
have been disconnected due to icy conditions.
Your call is important to us—please hold
through blizzards, black ice, and the existential
dread of winter.
Your estimated wait time:
until lilies break the thaw.
We apologize for the delay,
but spring’s already listening.
When customer service forgets its name
and kindness dims to a fading flame ,
RESPECT grows thin and help grows small--
you start to wonder if they care at all…
She grew so harsh, as if kindness were a chore!
She pressed like a child, fierce in what she required,
never stopping to see how your body was tired.
She urged you to read - though the words turned to haze,
not caring your blurred eyes had reached their fading phase…
You try to rest inside that cramped small room ,
But comfort never seems to find its bloom.
No fan to stir the thick and weighted air ,
Just crowded bodies coughing everywhere…
You suffer through each careless, noisy burst
and peace , it seems , is always the one cursed.
And when all they care about is what they can gain,
not noticing your tired body or the strain,
it hits you somewhere deep, a quiet kind of sore…
some people put money first, nothing else anymore.
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The proposal
Was a postal
Verded, nouned
and decisive
Told to a family
Of peoples
Humored and
Decisive
Tanks like ponds
Our Giant Prawns
A District
Countisourre
A taste fresh and delicious
One a seafood lover
Couldn't ignore
We propose in business
A site to construct
And build
A marvelous facility
With freezers and trucks
and skills
People Oh people
Your talents to create
A Product for
Millions
Where there is millions
To make
Internal and external
The environment we
Do care
A Product for
Smart people
A Product for profit
To share
Healthy and delicious
Tasty fresh and real
A unified front
Together in love we
Reveal
Customer and consumers
You have been put first
Our best is
The Worlds best
There is no such
Thing as our worst
Keeping the customer
Satisfied in the
Business of Satisfaction
Only an unscathed man will
Tell you this
The cashier guessed I was 58
The bagger, less than that
They know how to make this shopper feel great
I’ll be shopping there every May 28
Red neon which looks lovely at four o’clock in the afternoon
Somehow seemed dingy at twelve-thirty; he was the last customer
bartender gave him a nod, and a sympathetic look
Cashier
Change will make me hesitate
Cause me to equivocate
Clearly I can’t handle change
Customers will find this strange
Their 1:30 lunch—that is fine
But I’m there at 1:29
They said you're too late
With glee closed the gate
So I filed a protest online
Could Estonia help Vlad get paid?
He'll claim they're Russian and invade!
Better than cash bonds
Putin can use their blondes
To entice his mark Trump to get laid
Skips in a line of Customers
To attend to some newcomers;
A long good patience running out,
A long silent voice to soon shout!
"Why aside a guy in need wave"
While he does same attention crave?
CCTV does bear witness,
People's acts judging their fitness...
He could seller call A Bastard
Or for humor Tasteless Custard;
A claim he ate her this morning
But has, since, been sadly mourning.
Downtown
broad squares
highway
out of these places
every nook and cranny alleyway,
shabby signboard,
makes a terrifying sound
when the wind blows,
we open a very narrow door
and meet an old man
who greets us with a warm smile
across an iron cage
we are always curious
about the treasures buried
in the darkness behind him
They are of no use to him.
Where are you taking all valuables
and putting them away?
from the people
trying to end up hunger
Like the sound of the wheels
of a train moving away,
there was always silence that swallowed the light.
And he was the richest in our town
Of course,
reputation has always been like this
"Not even a person."
What happened to the old man
who took great pride
not having a single person
to pick up the items
Where did his cash and gold go?
Were his poor clients successful?
must ask pawnshop best customer
of the old man,
snoops down
the streets of prosperous pawnshops
in the 21st century mega cities
Tokyo
Shanghai
New York
London,
and Dostoevsky,
We must read his book.
It was the work ethic that did it.
He just couldn’t get enough.
He would sit for hours and hours
Just contemplating the stuff
Until suddenly it was home time,
Getting on for half past four,
And he knew that in the morning
They'd have delivered plenty more.
After nearly a week they found him
Slouched dead in his swivel chair;
He'd been hidden by all the work
Piled up in mountains there.
They gave him a long service medal
Posthumously I should think
And following his last wishes scattered
His ashes by his favourite old golf link.
Thus an illustrious career was ended
Without a hint of any shame
For the company couldn't afford
Any slurs to be cast on its name.
And all the work that he'd not started?
They just shovelled into a bin
Knowing if any was important
A client would write again
A customer was so rude
Her swearing sounded like a dude
Security was call
Then she took a hard fall
And realized right then she was screwed
To me Lloyd can’t attend:
He does badly offend,
Customers’ patience bend;
After them could dogs send,
So that cries might air rend,
One sure to go crazy,
When Lloyd’s answer is lazy…
I’d pay Lloyd good money
But found it not funny,
As Lloyd made it out wealth
Grabbed from off-and-on stealth.
Now, I’m free to wilt
And courage lose long built…
I draw not Lloyd’s notice,
For he serves not Curtis.
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