so I called Sears
to get someone to come out
and find out what's wrong
with the garage door openers;
and of course I was
on hold
but to soothe me
(how did they know?),
those nitwits played muzak
in my ear for twenty minutes --
it was organ muzak
that sounded like
a gang of squirrels
having a tag-team wrestling match
on the keyboard --
my blood pressure must have been
through the roof;

the guy is coming on Friday;

I wonder where I can buy that muzak
to play while he works.

January 12, 2009, from the forthcoming collection, Spoken Rage.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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