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,
Digital foes,
Try not to stare.

***

I’m not sure what else to say,
So, I’ll just turn around and say yay.

***Author’s Note***

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.