Dial and Smile.

DIAL AND SMILE

I am that voice that you hear on the line

A faceless "friend" with your "best interest" in mind

With my eye on the prize and a voice dripping with honey

I slowly make my way to your wallet full of money.

I pitch and I prod from my corner office pod

A temporary worker who is in need of job

The smiles of encouragement have long since faded

Like the faces of those who in the end, didn't make it.

The drone of the voices rise and fall

Indicating that, finally, someone is home

Will you be the one who will finally say, "Yes!"?

Or will you waste my time with the same old b.s.?

"No, I'm not interested.", just doesn't sit well

Among those of us who are working in hell

Strapped to the machine with our ball and chain

We count down the minutes til we're free again.

Like a fisherman struggling with the catch of the day

We persuade and we pitch and we promise away

You get some, you lose some, but in the end, we cannot fail

So we keep casting that line, hoping to snag that sale.

"Show us the magic!", our bosses would say

As they sit on their asses and do nothing all day

Surveying their colony of slaves bought for cheap

Smug in their assurances that their jobs are for keeps

So we keep dialing and smiling in pursuit of that sale

Hoping to hang-on to our temporary cells

Because even though our jobs really suck

We'll put-up with anything for the almighty buck.

(Well, almost anything.)

JAMES RHA