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Vexations
Tell the boss how you really ******* feel
His job totally ****** ***** and he does as a boss
Blame him for you having no sales!
As he’s in charge and talks to the client
Who sends over new leads you call
Give me some good leads and you’ll get sales
Simple as that give me old **** leads
What do you expect me to get nothing?
Why I feel frustrated and *******!
Unlike the clicky bosses who click along
And most of the other reps with a sale each
Give me a sale and I’ll feel a bit better
If the right offer comes up see you later
Together
Metrix love them hate them
Top box CSAT bottom box DSAT
What makes or breaks a rep
Or Team Leader or support
Your stats are my stats
My stats are your stats
We’re in this crap together
The call centre job
Love it hate it do it together
Top or bottom never middle
The call centre rep/was branded on his top arm/it hurt for six months
Kunbi Dec 2020
I am searching for a literary agent who would assist me in publishing my poetry compilation if you know anyone please send me a message, including their contacts

Thank you
coerced and inundated,
demands insistent, strident,
prioritize me before-the-less-restless,
escape to the land of
reply all.

our dictionary is now closed.
all words are currently unavailable.
delays are currently unavoidable.
no guarantees re punctuation accur,acy imp lied.

your on your own today.
common sense is still open and trading.

make your own words.
clarity, your burden, innovation, your standard,
all one words spoken.

replytoalltoday.

wearenolongeracceptingapplications.

t­hemarketofthemindisclosed.

donotreplytothisreply'all
Aliza Jennifer Jun 2020
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝐜'𝐦𝐨𝐧

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝐨𝐰𝐧
𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘐? 𝘛𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝘛𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸s 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫
𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 (𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝐰𝐚𝐫

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝐰𝐡𝐲
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝐥𝐢𝐞

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦? 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝐦𝐞
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝐦𝐞
What is your dream job? Mine is undercover agent
~Aliza Jennifer~
saw:

the adoration of the daddy,
as his red haired babes
leaned into
either side of him,
courtiers to a king
on the way to school this AM,
transfusing his magical super~fatherly,
by inhaling his special powers through
their nostrils, direct from his
broad and powerful brave-heart chest,
for use later in the wild jungle
of second grade
•••
an elderly gent whose walker rattled
with every lift and kerplunk on
the street~steppes of a dangerous city
for the brittle of bone and the easily dentable,
and the crowd that gathered round walking
at precisely the same pace he required
to make it across the widest boulevard
which was thirty seconds more than the
Dept. of Transportation's asinine calculations
and a miracle from Lourdes occurred -
not one horn honked in ire as the court
escorted their Long Live the King
safely across the street, as if
idiocy was like rain, against the law,
until after sunset as in Camelot

•••
an elegant germanic man,
in homburg and velvet collared overcoat,
taking care of sales and distribution of
newspapers and candy at the corner paper "stand"
while the elderly owner, whose partner~wife of
fifty years had recently passed, now had no one
but someone's pop whose was out
walking our cocker spaniel,
to tend the place while said candyman
obeyed nature's callings

and all his fans and friends who passed
on their way to the adjacent subway station,
exclaimed Erwin, Erwin what are you doing?
his twinkled crinkled eyes replied,
enjoying their puzzlement, laughingly saying
"making spare change"
•••
where I lived these little miracles occurred so frequently,
was told a story that the ministering angels
could not keep up with their duties,
complaining to the On High, who resoundingly loudly
commanded their silence! by reminding them that
all these, his creatures, were his own precious,
the reason for creation and why they were needed,
and the sum of all these small acts gave them their own
existential purpose, now angry at himself for loss of temper,
soft spoke as a parent and told them better,
hush my children, we have much to do!
•••
so now you impatiently need to know
why this scripture
came to be known as
$$$$$
for I was witness to all of this,
all on that day,
that was twenty fours hours long
across many hard hearted Hiroshima decades,
that made me
temporarily
the richest man in the world
a proud member of the collective of the false.
Yenson Sep 2019
Drunk on polluted farts of the left winds
pulled by long noses into witless pens spewing red ink
artificial energy from Columbia and caffeine powered husks
vacuous soldiers of Mao and Lenin re-drilling Winter Palace debacle
woke world of plastics damaged to plastic pollution by damagers fair

Narrow minded short sighted rabbles humming
Laissez-faire sanctioners regulating home-brewed hocks
equal distribution is hatching Gullivers limb by limp to feed giants
makes sense in the senseless vacuum of bacon slashers by Farm pigs
beasts of every land and clime this is the new world order by crimson

Pol *** psychologists are making the future
cancerous and caffeinated they read minds and pull strings
power is making my bad choices, frustration and inadequacies yours
two wrong makes right and dare see left as a wrong or you are goner
altra right come take lessons on how to mask and leave pointed hats behind......
The pigs gained leadership because they were recognized as the cleverest by the other animals. Someone had to plan out the work, Pigs power rule OK.
at your own peril!



dare to vex

provoke, antagonize, exasperate

that is what my words will do

they won't irritate or annoy,
bug or merely peeve,
a simple bother
insufficient

vex
your core,
demand
that you more
than mere question yourself
but riptide extracts the
elemental,
battery acid on the essence bared

learn the power of crafting words
for maximum effect

torment, infuriate,
expose yourself,
what has lain beneath the skin,
you will let me in,
to let you out

why play with poetry,
the most dangerous weapon
unless you nakedly intend to


!dare to vex!
tremulous and tender, the crook'd finger
neither timid or tentative,*
yet trembles,
though it be from
care, not fear, consideration, not trepidation

the renegade finger strokes her sleeping cheek,
tender the tip to each cell beloved, as if sealing a bond
there is no more to say

when awakening comes, one will be gone,
with no note, thus this last soft stoking, outline stroking
tremulous and tender, his finger, U shaped-crook'd,
but he is no longer is her
you


he leaves, departing, yet lightly shaking,
no longer can he be her prized and proud claiming show-horse,
gone, that man she loved, for he cannot abide his being
called a former, dark glory, a bent cane spirit,
his body, its entirety,  
crooked by weight of an improvident provision,
not just his finger, this, his, 
a greater intolerable,
his pain of failure unacceptable
and shame searing,
his woe bends his love acrooked
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