From an irate customer Posted byBeadedQuillJune 17, 2014Posted inArchive, Poetry, Suburban Memoir, TravelTags:customer, modern communication, modern life, ordinary life, telephone, travel agent, travel booking Image courtesy of the Old Design Shop, a vintage design treasury. I was not a lawn-mower customer. I was trying to book travel. Out of the annoying interaction resulted the poem “I don’t work for you (or Modern Frustrations)“. This poem is one of 104 in my latest book, In the Ocean: a year of poetry. Share this:PinterestEmailLinkedInRedditTwitterFacebookTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by BeadedQuill Author of over 300 poems, also books, essays and short stories. Published in the Johannesburg Review of Books, Carapace and Type/Cast. BeadedQuill's titles are for sale via Blurb.co.uk View more posts
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