Sullen Salesman

Written for: Poetics Aside #423
Write a graduation poem.

Tell me,
what was management thinking
(or drinking) when they graduated
Mr. Sullen to “Phone Man” at a small
stand centered in Electronics?
Robotic, inscrutable, with frozen
frown that disabled him
from moving his lips
more than a fraction. Never mastered
the art of interaction.  From
the moment he asked if
he could help, insincerity
poured forth like a foaming
poison. He took my phone.
Nothing wrong, he said,
I believe it is a User
problem. By User, you mean
me, I shot back at him.
Yes, accompanied by a self-
pleased sneer.

Tell me,
does management of a large
well known chain, have no
other candidate for
a sales position?


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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