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Your fall is unimportant to us. Due to the unusually heavy volume
of newly transferred wealth, we are experiencing significant delight.
Stay in line, and one of our agents will deal with you curtly.
Your safety nest will be manhandled
in the disorder we’ve unleashed.
To help us better unnerve you in the future,
this collapse may be monitored for taming purposes.
To expedite your falter, you may choose from the following rejections.
Please pay attention, as obligations have changed.
Para espagnol, leave this country. Go home.
To review your account decimation, enter 401k.
To report a lost or stolen future, hang up and try again later.
If you would like to make a payment, press zero,
our fast operators are standing by to assail you.
Please have your carte blanche ready.
To speak with a representative,
a large campaign donation is required.
Press Fortune 500.
To return to the pain menu, stay online.
Get hung up.
Roll for seven, and
wish upon a star.
From French Lessons by Roberta Hatcher published by Finishing Line Press. Copyright 2016 Roberta Hatcher. Reprinted by permission of the author.
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I come to this poem in 2025. It is brilliant, funny, and daunting too.
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One good link leads to another. I always liked this one.
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I loved this poem. Thank you.
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