I hate robocalls!

I turn off damn ringer,

nonetheless...

telephone still buzzes

twenty four seven

eight days a week

automated telephone calls

digitally recorded message

perfectly spoken English

differentiation to distinguish

"FAKE" simulation

all bot impossible

totally immune to escape

gagging hospitable invective

electronic jawboning immunized

against antipathy, cruelty, enemy,

hostility, insecurity, pleasantry

Yukon run to tallest mountain

dive into Mariana Trench

get catapulted into

outer limits of twilight zone,

yet NEVER be free and clear

getting wirelessly zapped

with visual ad audiological

offal dregs and spam

oh... , yes even after life,

while weightlessly

pinwheeling in limbo,

particularly during eternal sleep,

when dead souls repose

six feet deep

or corpse undergoes cremation...

yepper, infiltration into atomic core

blithely battered, jimmied,

cherry lee pitted, tweaked,

worse fate than return of Zombies

electrical essential existential

incorporeal surreal auditory ordeal

spurs indiscriminate human

to relish golden silence

spawning best selling novel

to flesh out fiction

Utopian treasured island story

winning unknown author

instant acclaim and glory

describing village people

livingsocial, free and clear

without annoyingly,

egregiously, infuriatingly,

maddeningly, quaveringly

vexing, nauseating, disrupting

blitzkrieg courtesy aggravating

trumpeting autonomous programs

hijacking brainstorming concentration

thwarting aim tug get back on target

(even when carrying on camping)

sundering coalescence

regarding colonizing black screen

aborted doomed genesis

of brilliant fleeting idea,

thus one smart

generic garden variety

longfellow forced to

grovel along boulevard

of broken dreams.

Any resemblance between above

hyperbole and living persons

purely coincidental!