To A Tele-Marketer

Listen, tele-marketers,

Spare us all your ardent passion.

We both know what’s going on.

You needn’t speak in such a fashion.

You can not help in any way.

Your pitch is gaining zero traction.

Go on! harangue us all you like,

We won’t be taking any action.

You see, we know, that truth be told,

Despite your artless misdirection,

You are not our bosom pal;

That’s all crap. No real affection.

Your solitary interest is a monetary interest!

Don’t preach to us about compassion.