When I receive the call on the phone in my home,
I’m told to say yes by the words of the tome.
Though it may be an inconvenience to me,
I get on my bike and get threw the debris.
As I push against snow and sleet on the street,
Struck from behind by whom I won’t meet.
My slumber disturbed inconsiderately,
Guarantied unreciprocated, but still I agree.
They ask what they want because they know what I‘ll say,
It shows their indifference to who has to pay.
I hope that one day it will all come around,
If someone else tried, now that would astound.
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