Customer

Cripplingly confused and killing with queries
Kindly they call with not a single clue
Constantly they badger in an unending series
Of monotonous and never-ending avenues
Leisurely they lie and bewildered start to question
The means and methods that daily eat my soul
Stomach turns with seething passive-aggression
I dream of the revolution and which heads will roll
Patiently I prod them in gentle waiting voice
As their pea brains diminish with every newer choice
Impatience and anger I cool in an automated wink
Only ones that drive me to despair are those that cannot think

Slowly my dreams are dying
I feel them run away
Continual white lying
Ideals and hopes betray