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
