Day 8, Poem 8: Call Center Purgatory

Ears ringing, yuppies breathing hard
exasperated, needing cars
to take them home
keeping me from my thirty poems
please hold

Airs of entitlement, sucking teeth
hanging off the corporate teet
Decipher drunken slurs through thick accents
erroneous addresses, a parade of career sycophants
one moment, please