A/N: If you hate telemarketers as much as I do. Then this poem will express
your sufferings.


O telemarketers o telemarketers
How I hate your calls
My mind suffers and suffers
Your horrible accents make me eat Halls

I flash to the other busy line
And in a quick instance
I hear your horrifying voice
Wasting my beautiful time
Asking if I want life-insurance

And you say my family name
In terrifying sounds
Of your pronunciation that's lame
And my heart pounds

You've mistaken my voice
For an old wrinkly woman
Disturbing my poise
My IQ drops to ten

O telemarketers o telemarketers
You are annoying
And I'm about to have nightmares
Of my own phone ringing