An Early Morning Call
Are you being scammed?
The day starts easy enough.
Arses of cold grey cloud dissolving
into slanting winter sunshine
casting elongated shadows diagonally
across the grass, slicing it into dewy layers.
Mild clangs from expanding radiators confirm
the central heating’s firing up the next energy bill
adding percentage to my carbon footprint.
A digital ring from the phone gouges
a jagged hole in my post waking silence.
Muttering, I ‘king hell my way to the handset
expecting an, ‘it’s me.’ greeting . . , but no.
‘Good morning, my name is Jennifer.’
A barely comprehensible Asian accent
informs me she’s from Microsoft.
Anticipating her play I take a deep breathe
before choosing my response.
I used to love the opportunity these calls offered.
Legitimately releasing unbridled venom
unloading my considerable knowledge
of English foul language to some little shit.
Slamming down the phone feeling released.
Today remorse crept up and reminded me
of the poverty in this World — I cut the call
I guess it’s better than working in a sweat shop.