A Customer Service Rep Lashes Out With Her Pen
Poem By Patricia Gale
No heart, no soul
The world owes you because you are who?
You have not the brains to know kindness if it bit you square up in the face.
I hope tonight as you lay sleeping, my kindness keeps you awake
(If I had a lock of your hair I would burn it for a ritual)
To make you toss and turn for the way you yelled at a person whose face you could not see
Just the sound of my voice is all you could lash at
Hmmm. … I wonder if you act this way in public
For Goodness sake… have you ever listened to the sound of your voice?
I have …and as I tried to help you and be kind for my company had provided you with incorrect paths..
Excuse me for forgetting my superman man cape, it is in repair for the last time a New Yorker chewed on it
Now I truly know what turning the cheek means… for I still assisted you in finding an answer
But guess what? ? ? ? ? ?
I have the satisfaction of knowing ….. (that if voodoo were real….. I would turn you into the screaming banshee you are and ship your butt back….. ok..ok….) By the way......Does you mother know you act this way
The REAL thing is I know I was kind....