Ring, ring, ring, ring, plays the typical ball ache,
wring, wring, wring, wring, could end all this hate,
but I am not going to do any time,
as I am not the one who commits the crime,
for “your call is important to us” is a lie,
a septic script, penned by a glad scribe,
an agent of division, the lawful stooge,
a puppet, whose name is probably Scrooge.
I am ill right here, I need some help,
but with your prolongment, all I do is yelp,
sixteen times, I have tried to dial,
you are not answering, so the country ails,
developing an illness, that is called impatience,
thus, on the ward, there are no new in-patients,
I know that times are hard, for all nations,
but there is a danger in self-done operations.
Direct rectification, is only done face to face,
as network disconnection, cannot help the human race,
so shut it technophiles, our cash will never die,
we need a hard copy back up, to make sure we never dry,
though, a compromise is needed, handwriting can be absurd,
even these words you are reading, are typed up on MS Word,
I have needed this little rant, as I am so constipated,
via the frustrating modern way, I have become so autohated!