Clear My Head


Just writing this poem to clear my head,
After spending all day doing what I dread.

Seems a possible fraudulent charge,
On my funny money plastic card.

Has been canceled in a hurry,
By the bank's own safeguard.

Automatically pay my bills that way,
So, I have to inform everyone that I pay.

But all their websites have new rules,
All of them requiring complicated tools.

Denying me more often than not,
requiring me to call an AI idiot.

Just when I think I may be all done,
Oops, forgot there's another one.

Head feels much clearer now,
Just writing this poem somehow.


Oh,

Oh, to Be That Handsome Writing a Poem by Ron AI

“I'm not paranoid. It's the telephone company. ”
James Coburn Ð The President's Analyst.

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