…Well then let me say this, dumb electronic bitch.
I speak English precisely – much better than you.
Your damned program can’t hear me, and it doesn’t know
How to treat people kindly. Instead it will show
What an ordeal it’s willing to put people through.
Are you sociopathic or is that a glitch?
Let me say this to you, you damned digital dame,
And to those who created you to screw with me.
I don’t need to be talked down to by some machine.
It’s a bitch when real people do. If I get mean
It’s because I’m resentful that you cannot be
Something worthy of speaking to and with a name.
This discussion is useless before it begins.
I declare I’m a bigot. I’m better than you.
You will never enslave me nor stand in my way.
Customers are a gross mass to be kept at bay.
That’s a shame because there is something I can do.
I can simply hang up. That way, nobody wins.
You are like our fine congress – a virtual whore
Fucked and fully configured in robotic speech
Telling me I don’t matter and cannot be heard.
What is real and what isn’t seem hopelessly blurred.
When the next noble moment is ready to teach
Those who made you abusive will do so no more.