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Ode to the Customer

Poetry By: Alethea

This poem is for anyone who has ever worked in the retail or service industries like I have. It is part of a series of poems I wrote called The Retail Chronicles.

Submitted:May 4, 2007    Reads: 284    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

Hello, May I help You?

Like I should care.

Your haughty attitude

is consuming the air.

What a cute baby.

Is that why they stare?

Or is it the screaming and

yelling they hear.

First it was one thing

then it was two.

I won't do

Your shopping for You.

How can I take this

day after day,

the ranting and raving

customer parade?

The customer is right,

was the old song and dance.

The customer is selfish,

is the new mantra chant.

Consumed by their greed

and inner turmoil

their rage they unleash

like a tessala coil.

They attack the associates

knowing full well,

they are on the clock

and can't reciprocate the hell.

How may I help you?

Why should I care?

I need that paycheck.

Wanna' pay my well-fare?



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