Monday, 29 May 2017

Plumbum

A poem from 2017

My heart he so heavy
Massa make me slave away
Jesus, He comin’!
Sittin’ at me desk all day
Waitin’ for computer to load
Glory, hallelujah!

Muss aks to use coffee machine
Put up hand to go toilet
Jesus, He comin’!
Angry cuss’mer bawl at me
Put ‘im on hold and talk to colleague
Glory, hallelujah!

Can’t catch me breath before nex’ call
Supervisor stan’ ober me
Jesus, He comin’!
Cuss’mer wid sexy voice
Wishin’ me could be wid her
Glory, hallelujah!

Force cheerful voice readin’ from scrip’
Loud colleague, can’t hear meself tink
Jesus, He comin’!
Lie to cuss’mer dat me help ‘im now
He gib me four out a ten ratin’
Glory, hallelujah!

Cuss’mer wid tick accent
Me aks him tree times his name
Jesus, He comin’!
Computer goin’ slow
‘barrassin’ silence on de phone
Glory, hallelujah!

Sun go down now me go home
Eat fish an’ chip an’ drink me beer
Jesus, He comin’!
Sleep eight hour in me bed
‘Morrow start ober again
Glory, hallelujah!

1 comment:

  1. We all have something to keep us going (then we die)

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