Autohated

AuburnScribbler

 

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!

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 2nd, 2022 07:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: Modern life, and the inner workings of it, are immensely frustrating, and an example of this frustration; is most certainly: the “automated way” of business. Doctors’ appointments, bank meetings, electronic goods repairs, and even the way we shop sometimes, can only be accessed by complicated automated phone calls, or the only way for things to be done; is online. It strips away the “face to face” efficiency of the work carried out, and when you do get through to someone, you are passed from pillar to post throughout the whole call centre. Also, as a side note, when you are about to watch something on YouTube, or you are about to play a word game on your phone to sharpen your brain, with the horrid assistance of an automated stream rotator, you can bet your bottom dollar an advert will pop up, telling you to buy something completely irrelevant! This is why, I had to write this poem, entitled “Autohated” to vent out a little bit, and though I feel a little better in doing it, the horrid automated cycle will continue. Accompanying the poem is a piece of clipart called “Man vs Computer”, from Fortuna777 of Dreamstime.com, which I thought was very apt. I hope that you enjoy the poem, please, like me, try ever so hard not to smash either your phone or computer, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Nature
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  • Goldfinch60

    So much truth in your words Ben, we just seem to wait on the 'phone all the time being diverted to different parts of their system as nobody seems to want to deal with the problems.

    Andy

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read Andy, and yeah, I thought these invented gadgets were supposed to help us, and not provide even more frustration, we can only live in hope for rectification.

      Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!

    • jarcher54

      Should I print this out to read it?? No, I'll just copy it out longhand with a dip pen and ink. Your call is important to me!

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read jarcher54, and hahaha! I hope you've got enough ink, and yes that dreaded phrase whilst on hold for hours, eh!? But, thank you, for saying that my call is important.

        I hope that all is well.



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