Yes, I’m steamed. Today, telephone solicitations hit a new low.
The day is not yet over, there have been a dozen or more telemarketer calls, that came up on caller ID, as from my home number. And, on top of that, gave my name as the caller.
These unsolicited calls, were ignored of course. I wanted so much to give the caller a piece of my mind. What good would it do to argue with robocalls?
I wish nothing but bad juju on the company, boiler room operation, or what ever sleazy organization, originated these calls.
From the social stratosphere
Propped on front yard mental blocks
No swim zones–surrounded by water
With best of everything, and no money
Phenomenons learned from lemons–without limits
Never volunteered, never admitted to anything
From jalousie windows
Got the blues–their compassion
Eaten by moray eels
Didn’t care for salads
Meat, meat, more meat
Potatoes, potatoes, and more potatoes
Until they were all starched up
Played mental games
With sock-monkey puppets
Finished against head strong winds
I’m convinced there are generic people–substitutions for the real thing, put on earth to resemble other people. Almost as good as the real thing, sometimes the match is exact to the point of one asking, “Don’t I know you from somewhere? Aren’t you Roger Jackson, SJHS, class of ’82?”
“You must be mistaken. I’ve never seen you before in my life,” Replied the irritated stranger. Any conversation beyond that point would have been considered stalking.
In this crazy mix of doppelgängers, the generic person’s destiny was fulfilled. Near-matches destined to embarrass–create moments of awkwardness.
There’s also the possibility both parties were generic and not about to reveal their true purposes.
Of course there are those lucky/unlucky enough to resemble celebrities. They work for talent agencies as celebrity doubles.
There’s supposed to be a double for everyone, out there somewhere. Nobody cares if one resembles Joe or Jane Schmo from Anywhere, USA.
Even liars told the truth sometimes
How could this be so cut and dried?
Soft in the middle–hard on the outside
Mostly muddled–stirred up trouble
Took best seats on the insane train
Those in the way soon learned
When bridges, villages burned
Life was a circle–so I’ve heard
The magnificent, the malevolent
Not a popular thing to say
Did this make any sense?