Customer Service

Day 8 of my 90 days of Poetry

Phone ringing off the hook,

Need a part, let me go look.

Not in stock, let's check the book.

Don't set price, I'm not the crook.

Customers come through the door,

Sir, what are you looking for?

They don't make that any more.

Sure, go shop a different store. 

Can you price match this amount?

Will you give me a discount?

What if I just scream and pout?

Now charge it to my account.

This job is making me gray,

Working in hell everyday.

One day I'll just shrug and say,

Had enough, I quit today.

Author's Note

Just a fun poem describing customer service lol.

Reviews

[Pure Innocence]

Haha I loved it! It seems like a perfect description.