Ode to Call Centre

...the unproductively of these places actually astounds me, they've invented reduced common sense and lack of originality....if it wasn't so wrong, it would almost be impressive of how they've taken the human race and ripped out all its heart. From my per

 Interaction, with restraint

A mirror of humanity, with fake intent

A bloody knife, in the back

The lies of the two-faced attack

 

This condition, that weakens and cracks

A fault line, which twitches the tracks

We cling on for survival, by fingertip

Hanging onto the edge of this sinking ship

 

They plan, the perfect answer to the question

No reliance, on common sense or suggestion

Scripted words hurt by misinterpretation

Only tone, can be their salvation

 

Loose change, into the machine of caffeine

A process simple but remains unseen

Accurately depicting all that revolves around

With a mechanical beep, as its laughing sound

Author's Note

P.S. The man in the photo is a lovely bloke...he escaped.

Reviews

[AG]

i absolutely agree. i have a friend who works in a call center and its absolutely hell.

very appealing the entire poem.

you use words and mix to produce utter expressive efficacy.



"They plan, the perfect answer to the question

No reliance, on common sense or suggestion

Scripted words hurt by misinterpretation

Only tone, can be their salvation"


the most captivating and truest line in the poem.

great job!

[Nicholas Hallows]

Another very enjoyable read.
The couplets work really well.
Stanza 2 and 3 are my favourites but the whole thing is really good.
Fortunately I have never had the pleasure of working in a call centre but always dread calls from them.
NH

[Jessica M.]

This is a perfect write for what it is intended to capture.
The mediocrity of the calling center is spectacularly presented through your images.
Nice write.

[Delilah Dunn]

The lady writing this review is attempting that escape even as we speak, but my attempts have not been so successful as of yet. However, I think you have described perfectly the sullen atmosphere, endless attempts to force yourself onward through your meaningless day, and all the other "hellish" emotions and situations associated with these layers of doom. I love this piece for its shared hatred of those places and for all its poetic attitude. Thank you for sharing.

[R J Askew]

ach, it is micro-management with the of aim of reducing everything to some efficient mean average. and when you step from the call centre the CCTV cameras will be watching. Iprefer your other recent poem to this one. though this one catches a slice of how we now are, I prefereed the wild romance of the the other poem...for which there would ne nooooooooo place at all in the call centre catacombes

[HoorayForUnderdog]

Wow, glad your friend escaped the dungeon of dial-ups. Your poem perfectly captures the essense and unhappiness of this profession. Excellent!