Phone call after phone call
Voice mail after voice mail
Being ignored daily by strangers to never see
None of this means anything
At least not to me
Pulling inspiration from the boredom
To make the days go faster
Hours seem to drag on
As a phone rings in the ear
Maybe someone enjoys this
Weasley managers
Popping into sight
Stuck in their traditions
That don’t work anymore
Afraid to change with the time
Work more hours
Listen to more phones
Continue redundant practices
Until something clicks
Break from the system
Make something work
Until the last day
Look back and think “Fuck ’em”
Live finally free
Grayson C. Beane 