"You fucked up!" says the voice,
"You never get it right"
What did I do?
You only got 62 statements in the mail
telling you you needed to pay.
"Next time it will be my lawyer calling"
the voice threatens,
like I'm really scared now.
Our legal department will have you for breakfast
seize your bank account and kick your cat too.
But I can't say that. My job pays my house.
I was just there to help.
Instead my ass was used for a subway.
Without vaseline.
Nasty remarks, an aching ear from the screaming
sarcastic patronizing arguments
it makes my blood boil and my heart pound
Will they call my manager
Will I get a reprimand
will I be forced to apologize when I did nothing wrong
Will I stay sane
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