800A Poem by PianoandPage
i’ve learned a new language; a new way of speaking. linguistically it’s sort of like the special olympics on speed. i blame my job. blabbering the same blab to the same half-awake clients, phonetics gets lost in the phone-lines and my 13th cup of joe. now, i know i should take pride in oratory excellence after all i AM a devourer of words, but i’m losing syllables as osmosis by obligation turns eloquence into efficiency. “if you have any questions or have information regarding this event please call us back at 1-800-34onedayi’llgetoutofthisrun-onsentenceofajob. thank you". the answering machine always appreciates politeness. and communication becomes another cubicle to fit your personality. meaningless monotony mangles my metaphors morphing my melodies into just more of the same. at least i still have alliteration. my girl is getting tired of asking me to repeat, asking me to repeat, asking me to repeat what i just mumbled,
but
sometimes saying i love you carries a toll free tone.
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Added on July 25, 2008Last Updated on July 26, 2008 AuthorPianoandPagesan jose, CAAboutMy name is Amy and I am a 35 year old creative poet, writer, pianist, and lover of life and nature. I tend to write about my passions both good and bad. I love to challenge myself and improve my style.. more..Writing
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