Poem -

Customer Service

Customer Service

Not for sale
my spirit
my soul
my intellect

I may be serving you
out of economics 
but I am a slave
to myself
out of need
not desire
and not to you 
Ps. Customer you suck
 

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Donna Walton

OMG! I know because I am too!!!! I love how you put this, brilliant.xo

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