When you use the telephone
To negotiate a loan
Or to transact other business at your bank
You are driven to distraction
By the lack of interaction
With a voice that's warm and human, even frank.
You are treated like cold mutton,
Told to push a certain button;
When you do so you are dumped into a void.
You may hear a little Bach
While you sit around and gawk,
Trying not to scream: "I'm getting so annoyed!"
Now it gets a little tricky;
If you are not very picky
You might wind up with the menu Espanol.
Then it's adios amigo,
You can go and play Stratego
For you cannot start again to save your soul.
But if you should perservere
It will soon be very clear
That you've entered some place like the Twilight Zone.
You are talking to some goon
Who is stationed on the moon
And you do not get the accent or the tone.
By the time your call is through
You have talked until you're blue
And you need a nitro tablet to calm down.
Every business does the same.
Their phone service is a game
To see how fast in deep confusion you can drown.
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