Z FACTOR

beep beep insanity of call after call
hemming my brain
waves in
a state of lethargic apathy
sea need of
voices that want me to care
flicking through the screens of a
consumer nightmare
say the same shit over and over, a scripted
vibe
lost in a semi-detached headfuck coma
work long
hours that I never really see
alone in my beep beep queues
that never let me be
i sit at home too scared to answer the
phone
sick of the darn things, jus leave me
alone?
ring ring ring I hate the fucking sound
have
lost my will to communicate
for the sake of 5
pound
fuck man,
let India and the third world
countries
have our contact centres
i feel sorry for
them

zzz... i sleep while they shout,
wanting me to credit there account
the great British consumer can go to Hell
oh fuck, there goes
the callmaster bell?