It’ll be just a few more minutes,
I’m sorry for the wait,
I say that to so many tenants,
It fills me with rage and hate.
I want the other department,
To just pick up,
Make it work at their apartment,
So they can shut up the pup.
Tech support woes,
I do declare,
Try not to stare.
I’m not sure what else to say,
So, I’ll just turn around and say yay.
If the poem seems broken and disjointed with no clear direction as to the imagery and language, that’s because it is. It’s taken over a week to write, each time I’ve sat and stared at it for an hour or more without really being able to move forward with it. So, as a final act of desperation, here it is. I’m not sure if it’s going to be worth having thrown the poem together just to have a post, or if I’ll come to find some worth in the poem in time. I dunno. For now I’ll let you decide.