Letters to My Agent

ANYTHING THAT PLUGS IN WILL EVENTUALLY TURN ON YOU. HELP IS BUT ONE PHONE CALL AWAY. MAYBE.
Her left trapezius bent with age
She held the phone all afternoon
Receiver clutched in helpless rage
She hoped for tech support, and soon
 
But lo, hold music dweedled on
Sometimes broke up by little beeps
She snacked a lot, her face grew wan,
She blamed [...]