Oft I
descend their menu tree
to find
no end to my query.
The
simple quest, that they propose,
will
grant no probe they can't foresee.
They
will not let me talk to them.
They
think their FAQs surmount mayhem.
One can
spend days in their foul maze…
and I
soon curse that stratagem.
My vow is
now to keep a list
of those
who made me shake my fist,
and
though their price be very nice
no
helpful humans there exist.
{...you know who you are!}
For more poetry by James E. Cox
visit http://allthatrhymes.squarespace.com.
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